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The Book of the 

Senior Class 



I O our President and Faculty, 

we, the class of nineteen nine, 

dedicate this volume of the Norther. 


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Professor of Mathematics. 

Professor of Drawing. 


Professor of Pedagogy and Assistant 

in Psychology. 

Director of Training Gchool. 


A.B., B.S. 

Professor of Domestic Science. 

Professor of Music. 



Head of Department of Ancient and 

Modern Languages. 

Professor of Reading. 


Superintendent of Schools. 

Professor of Literature and Rhetoric. 

Professor of Geography. 


Professor of Biology and Head of 

Science Department. 

Direclor of Physical Training. 

Director of Manual Training. 


Assistant in Science. 

Assistant in Science. 

Assistant in English. 


Assistant in Mathematics. 



Assistant in Languages and Director of 

Athletics for Men. 

Assistant in Music. 

Assistant Librarian. 

Professor of History. 

Critic Teacher Grammar Grades. 




Critic Teacher First Grade, 

Glidden School. 


Critic Teacher Fourth Grade, 

Glidden School. 



Critic Teacher Sixth Grade, 

Glidden School. 

Critic Teacher Intermediate Grades. 


Critic Teacher Primary Grades. 


Critic Teacher Seventh Grade, 

Glidden School. 


Critic Teacher Second Grade, 

Glidden School. 


• Critic Teacher Fifth Grade, 
Glidden School. 


Critic Teacher Third Grade, 

Glidden School. 

(Unable to procure picture.) 


Critic Teacher Eighth Grade, 

Glidden School. 


Superintendent of Building. 



Electrician and Engineer. 






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IPENESS, Reserved Alacrity, The Distilled Essence of Many 
Suns, The Range of Experience, A Sure Aim -j- a Host of 
Friends Growing with the Years = 65. 

Dr. James B. Taylor. 

I went to school to an idea and was enlightened. I went to school to an emotion 
and was inspired. I went to school to an energy and was spurred to action. I went 
to school to a man, and his thoughts and ideals and energy filled me with new light and 
new desires and new power. I went to school to a friend and he touched my "life 
with the upward impulse." He entered into my thought, into my dreams, into my 
career. The "I" is ten thousand young men and women, and the idea, the emotion, the 
energy, the man, the friend is John Williston Cook. 

Francis G. Blair, 

Slaiz Superintendent of Public Instruction. 

'We've been singing about you, Dr. Cook. 






Apologies to the Shade of Robert Burns. 

John W., my jo, John, 

When we were first acquent. 

Your black hair curled a' o'er your heid, 

Your mustache was na' kent! 

Now your gray locks are straight, John, 

Your mustache like the snow. 

But blessings on your whitenin' pow, 

John W., my jo! 

John W., my jo, John, 

We clamb the hill togither. 

An' many a canty day, John, 

We've had wi' ane anither. 

An' still we'll clamber up, John, 

Wi' hand in hand we'll go, 

Gude luck, we'll some day win the top, 

John W., my jo! 

John W., my jo. John, 

When we the hill ha' won. 

We'll stop an' look about a bit, 

Our faces to the sun! 

An' so, mayhap, we'll rest a while. 

Before we further go. 

Then, on we'll gang, still higher yet, 

John W., my jo! 

John W., my jo, John, 

No hill-top ends our way, 

Ayont the stars our journey runs. 

Forever, an' for aye! 

An' a' mankind mount wi' us, John, 

Hands gripped wi' ours they go. 

Thank God for Comrades on the road, 

John W., my jo! 

John W., my jo, John, 

You've hit your sixty-five. 

You Stan' there, ivery inch a mon. 

An' ivery inch alive! 

We love you, we, the friends you've made. 

We're a' in that lang row. 

An' ilka prays, wi' a', "God bless 

John W., our jo!" 

Peoria, III., April 20, 1909. 


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Name. County. Town. 

Atkins, Grace Bulstrode Cook Wilmette 

Badgley, Ila Gladys DeKalb DeKalb 

Ballou, Fannie Lillian DuPage Wheaton 

Bautista, Santiago Luzciano Philippine Islands San Isidrc 

Bollinger, Florence DeKalb Sycamore 

Boomer, Marion Josephine Kendall Bristol 

Borman, Mabel Mae Whiteside Morrison 

Bowers, Mildred Grace Lee Ashton 

Brezer, Mollie Christina . Boone Belvidere 

Brothers, Clark Arthur Woodford El Paso 

Burgess, Agnes Grace Ogle Kings 

Campbell, Mildred Amanda DeKalb DeKalb 

Cecil, Jessie Isabel Bureau Princeton 

Churchill, Estella DeKalb Sycamore 

ColHn, Signe Otelia DeKalb DeKalb 

Cook, Nellie Ray Cook Des Plaines 

Coultas, Florence Avis DeKalb Sycamore 

Coveny, Anna Genevieve Jo Daviess Elizabeth 

Dalziel, Agnes Mary Lake Gurnee 

Dietmeyer, Ethel Mary Lake Wadsworth 

Doyle, Helen Matilda Lake Waukegan 

Dudley, Pearl Du Page Wheaton 

Eck, Josephine Antoinette LaSalle Troy Grove 

Emmert, Emma Josephine Cook Des Plaines 

Ericson, Josie Cecelia DeKalb DeKalb 

Erwin, Elizabeth Winnebago Rockford 

Fisher, Clara Louis: Rock Island Rock Island 

Fifield, Verna E Cook Evanston 

Fraser, Blanche Jo Daviess Elizabeth 

Garrett, Jessie Kankakee Momence 

Gastfield, Aurelia Margaret Lake Deerfield 

Givens, Ellsworth Ward DeKalb Elva 

Godehn, Ruth J Rock Island Moline 

Hiland, Marietta R DeKalb DeKalb 

Hobbs, Maud McHenry Woodstock 


Name. County. Town. 

Hoffman, Edith Mae Cook Des Plaines 

Hope, Mary Irene DeKalb DeKalb 

Ivey, Edna Myrtle Jo Daviess Elizabeth 

Johnson, William A Boone Capron 

Johnston, Howard Nash Ogle Byron 

Jones, Lillian S DeKalb Kirkland 

Kepner, Edna N Stephenson Lena 

King, Annie Elizabeth DeKalb DeKalb 

King, Helen Annabelle Kane Elgin 

Larson, Eva DeKalb DeKalb 

Lenzen, Mayme LaSalle Peru 

Lewis, Pauline Clara DeKalb DeKalb 

Love, Floyd Ross (California) Stockton 

McCleary, Florence Mae Carroll Chadwick 

McCormick, Julia DeKalb Shabbona 

McMurry, Donald LeCrone DeKalb DeKalb 

Melville, Zoe Cook Wilmette 

Miller, Lulu Alma Lee Franklin Grove 

Moorhead, Marie Alice DeKalb DeKalb 

Morgenthaler, Edna Cook Wilmette 

Morris, Kittie Beulah Whiteside Lyndon 

Norris, Elizabeth Du Page West Chicago 

O'Connor, Mary Anthony Stephenson Freeport 

Plant, Ethel May Ashland Butternut, Wis. 

Raplee, Mildred Elsie DeKalb Cortland 

Rogers, Bessie Louise DeKalb Sycamore 

Root, Florence Evelyn DeKalb Sycamore 

Rowley, Pearl Doris DeKalb Sycamore 

Seavey, Ruth Elizabeth Kane Batavia 

Sheriff, Ethel Ruth Mercer Joy 

Smith, Florence Malleville (Iowa) Villisca 

Stevens, Eva Emily Carroll Savanna 

Taylor, Nina Carver Kendall Piano 

Thackaberry, Mamie Woodford Eureka 

Thelander, Anna Emily Kane Batavia 

Thomas, Esther Elizabeth DeKalb Sycamore 

Thompson, Launa Mercer Aledo 

Thye, Lilly Cook Chicago 

Truby, Ethel Bernice DeKalb Sycamore 

Wilkinson, Alice Maud DeKalb Clare 

Willment, Rosamond Cook Chicago 

Wilson, Beatrice Hope Ogle Byron 

Woodburn, Roy Morton Ogle Byron 

Woodley, Helen Jane Cook Evanston 



SEPT. 1906. 
Arrival of pioneers. 

Constitution ratified. 
Women vote. 

Edith Ackert elected 

Standard chosen. 
Cherry red 

Silver gray. 


The Hon. Ward Ells- 
worth Givens plants 
a mountain ash. 
(May 20). 

Colony compiles the his- 
tory of adjacent col- 

Unveil the monument of 
their loyalty. 

SEPT. 9, 1907. 

Joined by large band of 

Triumph of the woman's 
cause — 

Marie Moorhead elect- 
ed governor. 

New Standard, 
Grey Green 

Old gold. 
(Nov. 12). 


Scientific interest grows 
— The Biological 

Trouble with the Senior 
Colony. Junior 
women victorious. 

Athletic tournament. 
First appearance of 
the new flag. 
(April 20). 

Clayton Ross and the 
p bur oak. 
(April 23). 

The great feast. 
(June 13). 

Intense excitement, the 
great Mystery Play. 
(June 15). 



Clara Fisher, 

Indians and Puritans 
smoke the peace 
(Nov. 20). 


Women subdue uprising 
in Junior Colony. 

Financial boom — 
The White City. 
(March 13). 

Educational interests. 
Beauty and the 
(March 22). 

Unprecedented achieve- 
ment — The School 

The "Annual" — The 
culmination of three 
years' research. 
(June 18). 

The good feast. 

A new demonstration of 
their powers — 
Merchant of Venice. 

Entire colony set out on 
new explorations. 
(June 24). 

Further records not 


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Name. County. Town. 

Adamson, Georgia Sarah Kane Geneva 

Almendinger, Clara B DuPage West Chicago 

Anderson, Alice Bertine Kankakee Hersher 

Andrews, Edith Hannah Cook Oak Park 

Babcock, Ada May Ogle Flagg Center 

Bahr, Alice May. . . . 
Bailey, Leona Layola . 
Barr, Gertrude Mary . 


Rita Mildred Will 


, DeKalb DeKalb 

, Grundy Braceville 

, DeKalb DeKalb 


arron, Louise 

DeKalb Sycamore 

Bemisderfer, Mary Katharine Will Monee 

Bickford, Helen Grace Cook Chicago 

Billig, Florence Grace Winnebago Rockford 

Bishop, Georgia Isabel Ogle Stillman Valley 

Boom, Sara Lorento Winnebago Rockford 

Brenneman, Elsa Bertha Putnam Hennepin 

Briggs, Leah Krewanek Kane Elgin 

Bryson, Florence Jo Daviess Elizabeth 

Burkhard, Helen Salome Stephenson Freeport 

Carmichael, Alice Marguerite Ogle Stillman Valley 

Carroll, Mary Elva DeKalb DeKalb 

Cattermole, Carolyn Frances 

Cooper, Bessie Mary Mercer 

Corey, Dorothy DeKalb 

Cortright, Jennie Cecile 

Cramer, Lillian Delia 

DeKalb Sycamore 



. Lee Dixon 

.Carroll Mt. Carroll 

Daggett, Clara Cook La Grange 

Dickenson, Edythe Norma Kane Batavia 

Dierdorff , Lee Henry Lee Franklin Grove 

Ditch, Mabelle Alice Ogle Polo 

Duffy, Anna Irene DeKalb Waterman 

Eddy, Ruie Ethel Lake Zion City 

Engelbrecht, Elma Caroline Kane Elgin 

Eriksen, Julia Louise Kendall New^ark 

Fleming, Anna Louise McHenry Marengo 

Fuller, Lulu May DeKalb DeKalb 


Name. County. Town. 

Gage, Edna Kane Elgin 

Gale, Mamie Alice Stephenson Freeport 

Gaskill, Blanche Darlene Bureau Buda 

Geoffroy, Elsina Whiteside Rock Falls 

Glidden, Nan DeKalb DeKalb 

Gumz, Martha Emily Kane Aurora 

Haefele, Pluma Vern Rock Island Reynolds 

Hagberg, Anna Alvida Cook . , Chicago 

Harmon, Edith Mae Whiteside Morrison 

Harris, Blanche Holmes Grundy Braceville 

Hart, Deborah Agnes DeKalb Malta 

Hatch, Neva Pearl Kendall Piano 

Hewitt, Madaline Clareta DeKalb DeKalb 

Hiland, Tomina Olena Lee Steward 

Hill, Jessie Mae Cook Oak Park 

Hoffman, Blandina Will Monroe 

Holliston, Alice Viola LaSalle Mendota 

Holm, Lawrence Peter Grundy Gardner 

Horn, Elsie Gertrude Cook Evanston 

Howatt, Margaret Bain Will Braidwood 

Johnson, Estella Irene DeKalb DeKalb 

Johnson, Myra Kendall Yorkville 

Jones, Mamie Edith Lee Franklin Grove 

Kahl, Edith May McHenry Crystal Lake 

Kays, Mark Putnam Magnolia 

Kempson, Rosa DeKalb Malta 

Kern, Esther Allen Winnebago Rockford 

Kirk, Mrs. Susie Cook . Chicago 

Kocher, Lillian Kane Elgin 

Koeller, Minnie Nettie DeKalb Colvin Park 

Kuble, Marie Anna Jo Daviess Galena 

Langford, Mildred E Whiteside Sterling 

Larson, Gladys Marie DeKalb DeKalb 

Larson, Jessie Albertina DeKalb Sycamore 

Leigh, Ora May Perry Du Quoin 

Lintner, Ada Gwendolin DeKalb Hinckley 

Lobdell, Gertrude May Winnebago Rockford 

Loftus, Margaret Josephine Kane Aurora 

Lucas, Bessie Marinda Boone Belvidere 

Luetke, Grace Willamine Cook Oak Park 

McCornack, Eva Jane Kane Elgin 

McGrath, Robert Timothy Carroll Mt. Carroll 

McMurry, Ruth Emily DeKalb DeKalb 

Mac Williams, Jennie EHzabeth Kane St. Charles 


Name. County. Town. 

Mahaffey, Hazel Florence DeKalb DeKalb 

Marston, Ava Pearl DeKalb DeKalb 

Melaik, Jessie Lida Henry Kewanee 

Middleton, Mary Mabel DeKalb Sycamore 

Midgley, Alice Mary Kane Elgin 

Millard, Nathan M .Cook Chicago 

Moore, Genevieve Agnes Stephenson Freeport 

Muladore, Nellie Kane Aurora 

Murray, Anna Laura DeKalb DeKalb 

Murray, Hanna Evangeline DeKalb DeKalb 

Nash, Laura Elsie Jo Daviess Stockton 

Nilson, Pearl Josephine . . DeKalb Sycamore 

Noltemeier, Ella Frances Stephenson Freeport 

O'Brien, Walter Lawrence Kane Maple Park 

Osmun, Hazel Isabel McHenry North Crystal Lake 

Parker, Jessie DeKalb Kingston 

Peterson, Cora Henry Cambridge 

Phillips, Cora May Bureau Princeton 

Porter, Ruth Elizabeth Henry Atkinson 

Reitsch, Lillian Jennie Winnebago Rockford 

Robertson, Eunice Mabel DuPage West Chicago 

Rogers, May Winifred Kane Elgin 

Sanford, Helen Marion McHenry Woodstock 

Scott, Anna Miller Will Braidwood 

Seely, Ethel Helen DeKalb Hinckley 

Shapland, Marion Burton , McLean Lexington 

Shaw, Mabel Margaret Kane Big Rock 

Shurtleff, Zada Harte Ogle Byron 

Smiley, Bernice B DeKalb DeKalb 

Smith, Gertie Blanche Lee . . . . : Paw Paw 

Stemwell, Grace Sylvester Cook Maywood 

Stegmeier, Caroline Martha DeKalb DeKalb 

Stene, Randa Kane Elgin 

Sullivan, Lillian V McHenry Harvard 

Thompson, Mabel EulaHa Kane Aurora 

Thurston, Mary Ann Kane Maple Park 

Tobin, Katharyn Mary Kane Gilberts 

Tuttle, Maud Elizabeth Kane Elgin 

Tyrrell, Glen Homer Jo Daviess Stockton 

Underwood, Hazel Elizabeth DeKalb Sycamore 

Walker, J. Grace Cook Clyde 

White. Ada Ellen DeKalb DeKalb 

Whitmore, Vida Louise DeKalb DeKalb 

Wiley, Eliza May Stephenson Lena 

Williamson, Nettie Edna JoDaviess Massbach 

Wilson, Lena R DeKalb Kinsstcn 

Wirtz, lone May DeKalb DeKalb 

Wright, Florence Mary DeKalb Malta 


Name. County. Town. 

Bailey, Sadie Rae Grundy Braceville 

Bates, Mary Louise Winnebago Rockton 

Bender, Lloyd Stephenson Kent 

Bennett, Myrtle Irene DeKalb Waterman 

Benson, Lillian Luella DeKalb Kirkland 

Benson, Minnie Lena DeKalb Rollo 

Cole, David Samuel McHenry Harvard 

Cook, Rosetta DeKalb DeKalb 

Darnell, Alice DeKalb Sycamore 

Dart, Myrtle Stephenson Rock City 

Doyle, Alice Elizabeth Will Manhatten 

Eddy, Blanche Ella Lake Zion City 

Fadden, Eva Leona Whiteside Lyndon 

Falk, Frank Albert DeKalb DeKalb 

Forsberg, Lillian Sophia Winnebago Roscoe 

Ghilain, Marie Melaine Will Manhattan 

Gillis, Alice Mildred DeKalb Malta 

Gillis, Jennie Elma Ogle Creston 

Gingrich, Bernice Emma Stephenson Orangeville 

DeKalb DeKalb 

DeKalb Waterman 

Gleason, Margaret 
Graham, Nora T 

Graham, Ruth F DeKalb Waterman 

Hager, Luella Sophia Cook Barrington 

Haish, Verna May DeKalb 

Hall, Fannie Cerenza McH 




Heeren, Tillie Luella Stephenson German Valley 

Holland, Ernest Richard DeKalb DeKalb 

Horning, Nora Pearl Whiteside Lyndon 

Hubbard, Clara DeKalb DeKalb 

Hughes, Etta Jo Daviess Woodbine 

Huling, Ethel Clark Cook Harvey 

Hunter, Harriet Winnebago Rockford 

Jarvis, Lena Elizabeth Los Angeles, Cal. 

Johnson, Laura Alvine Winnebago Durand 

Johnson, Nellie Mae Winnebago Durand 

Jones, Lillian Alice Stephenson Red Oak 


Name. County. Town. 

Kiefer, Nellie Adelle Jo Daviess Stockton 

Kliber, Elsie May DeKalb Sycamore 

Lambert, Annette Carroll Savanna 

Lawlor, Agnes Cecelia Will Manhattan 

Lawlor, Genevieve Catharine Will Manhattan 

Lucas, Golda DeKalb Clare 

Lynch, Bessie DeKalb Waterman 

McCabe, Verna Elizabeth DeKalb Malta 

Manroe, Hazel Almeda DeKalb DeKalb 

Meehan, Margaret Cecelia Boone Belvidere 

Minssen, Herman Frederick Whiteside Lyndon 

Mon, Ora May ., Ogle Dixon 

Nichols, Lula Belle DeKalb Kingston 

O'Brien, Frank Leo Kane Maple Park 

O'Rorke, Katharine Agnes Ogle Rochelle 

Parmenter, Harriet Adeline Whiteside Lyndon 

Perry, Mayme Cheshire Ogle Lindenwood 

Pratt, Ellen June Jo Daviess Elizabeth 

Quinn, Lucy Agnes DeKalb Malta 

Redmond, John DeKalb McGirr 

Reynolds, Myrtle Luella Ogle Rochelle 

Riedy, Clara Adeline DuPage Lisle 

Sawyer, Harrison DeKalb Waterman 

Sawyer, James DeKalb Waterman 

Schony, Carrie Beulah Stephenson- Red Oak 

Scott, Amy Josephine LaSalle Mendota 

Seely, Florence Grace DeKalb Hinckley 

Shaw, Harriet Frances Whiteside Albany 

Stott, Walter Lee Dixon 

Thompson, Ruth Margaret Iowa Villisca 

Tweed, Clara Lillian DeKalb DeKalb 

Underwood, Adra Maud Kane Elburn 

Wille, Laura May Oklahoma Supply 

Wilson, Albert Edward DeKalb DeKalb 

Wollensak, Florence Pauline DeKalb Sycamore 

Woodford, Sarah CeHa Whiteside Albany 

Wright, Lepha Fay Carroll Chadwick 





With solemn chants the Monks assembled for their last meeting together. Never 
again would they wear their robes of black, the symbols of their quiet, peaceful Fresh- 
man days. Dark clouds o'erspread the heavens and the rain descended in torrents. A 
deeper feeling of melancholy filled the hearts of the humble Monks inspired both by the 
storm which raged without and the solemnity within. After searching through musty 
rolls of parchment, appalled were they to find the Juniors so enormously inferior to the 
Seniors in wisdom, behavior and all excellence. In deeper gloom and more fearful 
anxiety they waited for the friends whom they had invited to meet with them. Monks 
were sent to all the towers to watch for their coming. Not one did they behold — only 
afar and near beheld they the mad rushing of the watf which soon isolated them from 
the world around. And thus the Monks passed the last day of their Freshman year 

Bessie Lucas. 



When we leave thy grey towers lonely. 
Leave thy vales and wooded hill, 
Junior days are memories only 
Love our loyal hearts will fill. 
Junior Days endear us to thee. 
True to thee where'ere in life we be. 
Junior days are full and care free. 
Give us back our Junior days. 
When the autumn sun is burning 
Slowly to the south lands fair 
When the autumn sun is burning, 
Learning how to do and dare. 
Then will Junior days remind us 
That we always will stand by. 
Junior days so full and care free. 
Give us back our Junior days. 

Mamie Thackaberry. 

M C M I X is Rex 

M C M I X is Rex 

Regal Rex 

Regal Rex 

Loyal to Lex 

Loyal to Lex 

Loyal to who? to who? to who? 

Loyal to Lex 

Loyal to Lex 

Regal Rex 

Regal Rex 

M C M I X is Rex 

M C M I X is Rex 


The Fairies. 

The Treble Clef. 



We're thankful to you. Dr. Shoop, 

You're thoughtful and true, Dr. Shoop. 

We'll try to sustain 

All the honors we gain 

And we'll cheer with our might and our main ('09). 

Then hail to the green and old gold 

Our emblem so bright and so bold; 

And with you as our director. 

And with you as our protector. 

We'll march to victory. 

Rah, Rah! Rah, Rah! For Normal Rah! 

Rah, Rah! Rah, Rah! For Normal Rah! 

Get in line — naughty-nine — superfine. 

Unfold the dearest colors old gold and green 

And let them proudly floating ever be seen. 

Our royal symbols ever loyal to lex. 

And regal as rex — naughty-nine — Wow! 

We trusty members of this mighty band. 

For Northern Normal and for learning we stand; 

And unto thee we pledge our heart and hand 

Our Alma Mater, dear and grand. 

F. L. C. 


Riddle, raddle! Riddle, raddle! 

Rus! Rus! Rus! 
Fred L. Charles is the one for us — 
Why do we say so? 
Why, don't you know? 
He is the man who runs the Junior 

That's why we yell for him, 
That's why we'll yell agam, — 
Riddle, raddle! Riddle, raddle! 

Rus! Rus! Rus! 
Mr. Charles! Mr. Charles! 

Mr. Charles for us! 




The Little 8 A's Teacher and the Animal 

A training school version of Beauty and the Beast after witnessing the pla^ as given fcy 

the Senior Class. 

It happened this way. There were two sisters who were too swell for any good 
use and there was one sister who is the little 8 A's teacher and she wasn't a bit stuck up. 
The two proud sisters were standing around talking about their clothes when there was a 
knock and their beaus came in to ask them to marry them. The beaus got down on their 
knees but the proud sisters stuck their noses up in the air and said, "No indeed, when 
we get married we will marry a duke or something." Just then their father came run- 
ning in very sorrowful and said all his ships were lost and now they would have to go 
and live in a little house in the country, but the proud sisters said, "We will not have 
to go for these men will marry us." Then the men said they wouldn't marry the proud 
things but they would marry the little 8 As teacher, because she was so good, but the 
httle 8 A's teacher said, "I cannot leave my loving father." 

The next scene was where they were all living in the country and the little 8 A's 
teacher was working but the haughty sisters were stepping around wishing they could go 
back to town to live. Their father came running in and said his richest ship had come 
in and now they would be rich again, and they were so glad. The proud sisters were 
glad because now they could have more new clothes, but the little 8 A's teacher was glad 
because her father would not have to work any more. The father promised to bring 
them what they asked for and when the little sister didn't ask for anything he said, 
"What shall I bring you?" and she said, "Father, just bring me a rose." 

1 he next time you see them the father is coming back from town and the haughty 
sisters come running to him and saying, "Where are all our diamonds and fine clothes?" 
but he was very sorrowful. He had some roses in his hand and he gave them to the 
little 8 A's teacher and said, "You don't know what these things cost me." Then he 
told them how all his ships were lost again when he got back to town and as he was 
coming home he got lost and found himself in a palace where he got things to eat and 
a bed to sleep in but didn't see anybody. The next morning when he was going to go 
home he saw some roses and then he remembered that the little sister wanted a rose and 
when he picked it an animal was there and said he would be killed unless he sent one 
of the sisters there to die instead. So he began to say good-bye to them, but the proud 
sisters began to cry and said, "Who will work for us when you are dead? " Then the 
little 8 A teacher said she would go and let the animal eat her, and her sisters said, "It's 
all her fault, let her go," and they went and got her wraps. 



In the next scene the Httle 8 A's teacher was sitting in a room and the animal was 
wanting her to marry him, and she said, "Oh, no! no! no!" and every day he wanted 
to marry her and she wouldn't do it. One day she was looking into a looking glass and 
the animal came in and wanted her to marry him and she told him she wanted to go home 
and see her father because he was sick and the animal said she could go if she only stayed 
a week. 

The next scene the animal was lying on the stage in front and the little 8 A's teacher 
came in and was hunting for him and she didn't see him and she was afraid he was mad 
at her because she had stayed two weeks instead of one. Pretty soon she saw where he 
was lying and she was afraid he was dead and she began to cry and said she would marry 
him now. And the animal jumped up and threw off his animal skin and here he was a 
fine prince. And a woman cair.e in dressed all in white with a star with a handle on it 
in her hand and she stood behind the Httle 8 A's teacher and began to talk about her 
being a queen. And a lot of girls dressed up like fairies came dancing in, and the prince 
put his arm around the little 8 A's teacher, and the fairies danced around again, and then 
the curtain went down. 


With shout and song and fearful battle cry 
The savage tribes have gathered in their might. 
The Puritans despite their rules of right. 
Are dancing to the tune of "Howdy Cy." 
The board is decked with cider and with pie. 
The maidens, gowned in gray with kerchiefs white. 
Or clad in black, or wrapped in blankets bright, 
fake nimble steps in "Comin' Through the Rye." 
John Smith, the valiant Captain, too is here. 
And Pocahontas, dressed in Cathern gown. 
The witch, who works with evil spell and charm. 
Must meet his fate midst frenzied wailings drear. 
And so the worthy Seniors rouse the town 
Till Katy howls and trembles in alarm. 

Jennie Mac Williams. 


The Last Ray slipped across the faded canvasses upon the walls, lighting for a 
brief moment the faces and trappmgs of forgotten days. Each in its turn grew out of 
the dark, brightened, gleamed for an instant, and melted by imperceptible degrees into 
the sombre shadows. Presently the Last Ray wavered and vanished, then flashed back 
to linger lovingly on the piquant, upturned faces and quaint flowered gowns of four little 
girls. Every detail of the childish faces and filmy draperies, even the dainty slippers 
showed softly and distinctly in the fading, glimmering light of the Last Ray. And un- 
derneath the frame, cut deep in the dark panel were four names, delicately suggestive of 
their owners, Marjorie, Eleanor, Mary, Dorothy. 

When the shadows had gathered in the corners, and lay like a thick carpet over the 
floor, there was a rustling, a stirring of old fabrics. It was the Night of all the Year, 
and the ghostly hall was peopled with a still more ghostly company. The four children 
drew aside from the strange faces and gowns about them. 

"Let's run away," whispered Marjorie, "I know a place where on the Night, every 
one dresses as we do, and they play the games we used to play. We'll go play with 

There was a silence. Then as the grave, still throng drifted by, four little girls stole 
softly away to those who, for the Night, wore gowns like theirs, danced the steps they 
knew, and played the games they loved. 

Dorothy Hammett. 




We wish the giving of this tablet to express not alone our loyalty to our school 
but our honest tribute to the kindly, earnest, brave, foreseeing man — Abraham Lincoln. 
We wish it to be a small part of the widespread, universal patriotic fervor that fills the 
heart of every true American on this anniversary day. And we wish it, too, to keep 
alive for all time in our school world, loyalty, sincerity, steadfastness and simple truth 
such as his. Lest we miss the true meaning of this time of enthusiasm, lest we forget 
that when ,3 i 

"The tumult and the shouting dies 

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice 

An humble and a contrite heart," 

may this tablet remind us, — may it speak to us of that something else in the face and 
words and life of Lincoln which we feel but cannot express. 

JosiE C. Ericson. 


Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent. a new 
nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men arc cre- 
ated equal. 

Now we are engaged in a great civil wsr. testing whether that nation, or any 
nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great 
battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field. a^ a final 
resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. 
It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. 

But. in a larger sense, we can not dedicate-we can not consecrate-we can not hal 
low-this ground. The brave men. living and dead, who struggled here have con'.e 
crated it. far above our poor power to add or detract. 

The world will littlt note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never 
forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the 
unfinished wofk which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. 
It is rather fpi* us (0 be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us,-thai 
from these honored dead we taki increased devotion to that cause for which they I 
gave the last full measure of devotion that we here highly resolve that these dead 
shall not have died in vain-that this, nation, under Cod, shall have a new birth of free, 
dom-and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish 
from the earth. _^^;_^ ^^ ^^, J&.Jt^JL^. 

The words of this oration, fittingly inscribed on a tablet which will wax not old, 
you have generously brought for our keeping. It is fitting that this masterpiece of litera- 
ture should be held a treasure in a school engaged in training young people to teach the 
children of America. It is still more fitting as a memorial of Abraham Lincoln. For 
the words, by virtue of the life of him who wrote them, carry his message to the American 
people for all time — to be absolutely sincere and simple in word and deed, to show 
kindness and charity to all mankind, to maintain and to love our country with single 
hearts, and to cherish ever that righteousness that exalteth a nation. 

Miss Parmelee. 



To the Little Bronze God 

/a jl^ y^sX THOU most worthy Perseus, of what wast thou thinking when 
'4// ^r I f I I the EUwoods snatched thee from thy place of honor in the 

office and hid thee away from all admiring eyes? Didst thou 
even then cast thy decision against them? Was their pride 
so great, their confidence so unbounded that thou didst resolve 
to deny them thy august leadership for another year? or was it because they had no gor- 
geous silken banner to flaunt over thee? True it was they had not faith enough in thy 
power to even risk thy presence in General Exercises. Did thy heart warm toward the 
Glidden band then, O Perseus, and sanction their hope and their zeal? And then on 
that night of Friday the nineteenth, in all that gay, brilliant assembly, thou wast the 
greatest and most honored. As thou didst stand poised aloft during the hours of breath- 
less interest, thy face was immovable, inscrutable. Tho unseen, surely it was the keen 
point of thy bronze sword which pricked the olive-green balloon and at the same time 
the Ellwood hopes. O, thou little bronze god, tho fickle and cunning, thou art beloved 
and revered by all thy devotees! And it is the desire of thy new possessors that thou wilt 
choose to live long with those who wear the purple hue. 



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The Bursting of the Balloon 

It floated high, of all men seen, 

Fair white, against the Ellwood green. 
It seemed to plainly "victory" mean, 
And then — it burst! 

'Tis true, it burst! 

Last year you sailed your toy balloon, 
Gliddens! — your purple mimic moon. 

You, watching, gloated all too soon, 
Your bubble burst. 

And tho they burst. 

Next year we'll let our bubbles fly, 
Purple and green against the sky. 

And one shall proudly float on high, 
And one must burst. 

J. Grace Walker. 



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Famous Pictures. — Ellwood Society. 




Hr.Min. Hr.Min. 


A. Committee meet. 

1. What to have? 

a. Musical evening. . 

b. Irish evening 

c. Poe evening 

2. Select a play 

3. Who'll make posters? 

B. Meeting with Faculty. 

1 . Can we do it ? 

2. Who can act? 

C. Committee meet. 

1. Selection of actors.. 


A. Securing actor. 

1 . Search 6 

2. Cajolements 4 

3. Refusal 1 

4. Pleadings 5 

5. Final acceptance 1 


Total for 7 actors 


B. Rehearsal. 

I. Notification. 

a. In library 2 

b. In study hall. . . . 

c. In halls 

d. In classes 

e. In clubs 

f. In rooms 

2. Assembly. 

a. Arrival of a few 

b. Weary wait 

c. Round up 









1 59 

Hr.Min. Hr.Min. 

3. Work accomplished. 

a. Rehearsal 1 30 

b. Costumes 10 

c. Where secured 5 

4. When meet again?.. .. 10 

5. Disbandment 5 

Total 2 49 

Total for 4 rehearsals II 16 

C. Stage setting. 

1 . Collecting 

a. From auditorium.. .. 12 

b. From museum. ... . . 15 

c. From faculty . . 23 

2. Placing. 

a. Experiment . . 10 

b. Decisions . . 15 

c. Carpentry . . 30 

Total 16 00 


A. Wait .. 15 

B. Play . . 45 

C. Congratulations . . 5 

D. Departure. 

1 . In building . . 5 

2. On way home . . 20 

3. On porch * 

Total 1 30 

* Impossible to compute. 

Preparation, 16 hours; presentation, 45 mn- 
utes. Moral? 

Eva Hievens. 

The Tale of Two Cities. 

Mechanical Dolls 

Stilted Chorus. 


Me und Mine Minnie at die Vhite City 

"Mine Minnie, ya know goes to school down der in DeKalp und I vent doan to 
see vhat for kump'ny she vuz in. Veil, I liked it so veil der. Minnie, she took me to see 
die beeg school und I tink it vuz so fine in dat buildin'. But ven it vuz fife a'clock, 
Minnie says all to vunce, 'I mus' clean mine room now so ve cm go to die Vhite City I 
tole ya about'. 

"I watched dem gals clean und shveep und dusht und den ve vent to dat show. 
Und Lena Kalk, I can't tell ya all what ve seen. Der vuz some incabata bapies und 
dey look so cute settin' in shairs und crips. 

"Den ve hed so much to eat, caufa mit so fine bret und meat yust like a shvell 
hotel und die cendy vuz better den what is at die fife und ten cent shtore. 

"In die shtilted cho'as, it vuz yust like Yacob's ladder; first a high gal mit a pink 
dress on, den a shmall vun und schmaller und schmaller. Und die beeg gal drop her 
hankashif und she couldn't git it no how. Den die littlest gal pick it oup und it vuz 
given alvays to die nex' highest till it reach her. Und dey sing so nice, high und low. 

"O, Lena, ya yust ought a been der! Der vuz clowns like in a circus all mit 
paint, a policeman, und gals dressed oup so nice, who dell vhat der vuz in die boots or 
dose show blaces. Und pesides dat so many beople. Und den I vent in a blace vhat 
vuz for to laff in und O my, O my I valked oup shtairs und doan, tru holes und on 
boarts like rcckin' horses, always rockin', und at last I shlipt on a boart und set right 
on die floor mit all die beople arount me. 

"I tried die merry-go-roun' und vent rcun' und roun' fifty times, I guess, for a 
nickel. Der vuz a funny man named Sunny Shym und I like him so veil; den he smiled 
so much. 

"Der vuz two little boyce, so black mit yella shkirts on like die gol' dusht bapies 
und dey talk 'bout some tings dey hed fum Africa. 

"Und, Lena, ve seen a parade mit a fet voman; poor lady, I feel so bat for her, — 
und gals mit so long hairs. I tole Minnie I vished her hairs vuz like dat but she said 
no, den she couldn't do em cup in poofs. Pesides dat der vuz a vild man who vuz so 
funny. O, der \uz so much to see. I didn't dell ya det ve seen two shpiels oup in die 
place vere die shcool hev church efery day. 

"It vuz late und Minnie vanted to go home. She said der vuz goin' to be a 
shpread. 'Vat are you goin' to shpread?' I say. 'O, some eats,' she dell me. I hed 



such a good time dat night, und die gals look so pitty in der long yackets. I didn't like 
it so much how day talk 'bout boyce. First it vuz 'Sy, den Et, all her hist'ry und den 
Shym. Veil ve vent to bet den. , 

"O, mus' ya go now, Meesus Kalk! O, ya, sure ting, I'm glat mine gal is in so 
nice a blace mit fine beople. Goot-bye. Ya, I vill come ofer some day." 

Elma Engelbrecht. 



O we are the Senior class 

And with any one we'll pass. 

We have come to sell you scrap books. 

One to every lad and lass, 

Five and seventy cents for one. 

And the best beneath the sun. 

With a page for every nickel 

Where there's room for all your fun. 

O we are the Seniors gay. 

We can work and we can play. 

But to-day we've come on business 

That admits of no delay. 

Of our work and of our play 

All we do by night or day 

We'll keep record in our scrap book 

Ere from us it gets away. 



Die Ladies' Home Shournal 

"Vbat for book are ya lookin' in, boy?" 

"Ah, die Ladies' Home Shournal." 

"Die Ladies' Home Shournal? Dat's a nice book. I seen it vonce in a 
show in the No'mal School oup in die church blace. Der vuz die outside page und 
eferyting. For die cover vuz a gal lookin' at us like tru a vinda. Der vuz advatize- 
ments like die gol' dusht twins und dat cream von wheat man und vun von pitsha takin'. 

"Vhat I liked best vuz a yung ccople vhat come in und take a seat on die lawn. A 
gal come und seen dem but it vuz only his sista! I vuz so glat for dem. Und den vhat 
vuz so goot vuz die ole moon den efery vunce und a vhile, it make eyes on die two. I 
like dose yung beople den dey vuz so sweet on vun anodder. 

"Und such a coot httle gal came oct mit her dolHe all in vhite. She vuz a pitsha. 
Und der vuz mill'nery und dress makin'. But dose vuz all so fussy und fine. Dey 
didn't hev no pattans for dem dresses do. Und den some gals on die blatfo'm dell some 
yokes of die beople von die school. I didn't know vhat dey mean, do all die beople 
'round me laf. 

"Den all die mans and vomans vhat seen dat show vent to die hall to dance. I dell 
ya vhat die gals look nice mit der pitty dresses. If die moosik hed been von Augustine, I 
vould a danced mit. I feel yust so. Den ve hed ice cream und cake. It vuz all so goot 
und I hed such a shvell time. " 

Elma Engelbrecht. 



Others may sing thy praises, 
Junior Days glad and gay. 
Lighting the eye that gazes 
Over the year's bright way. 

We of the "three year" hsten 
As we, too, backward gaze. 
Then cry with eyes that ghsten, 
"Here's to our Freshman Days!' 

Days when the jolly Juniors 
Scarcely our presence knew. 
Days when the stately Seniors 
Gave us protection due. 

Then were the school joys newer. 
Fresh with delight each day. 
Then were the arched skies bluer 
Over the towers of gray. 

Never were teachers dearer 

Or on a plane more high. 

Never the ideal clearer 

Voiced in the strong "Stand by!" 

Hattie Chesebro. 




The Faculty are showing how 
To entertain their guests aright. 

The gayety is at its height, — 

Tis time to make your party bow. 

They ask if you're an only child. 
If you have lived upon a farm. 

Because you show a verdant charm. 
Or if you fear the autos wild. 

But when you hear the buzz and hum, 
You feel as if about to glide 

Along a steep toboggan slide. 

You wonder how you dared to come. 

And should you be a Senior wise 
Who has acquired a stately mien. 

You hear them say with insight keen, 
"That is a Freshman, I surmise." 

You meet new people by the score. 
They ask if this is your first year. 

And if to be at school seems queer, — 
If you have been from home before. 

Yet when the play and songs are done 
And from the mosaic floor you rise. 

You say, "I did not realize 

Receptions, stiff, could be such fun.' 

Jennie MacWilliams. 


Christmas Program. 

Training School. — Cricket on the Hearth. 

A Charge to Keep 

We strive a charge to keep — and yet 
The restless currents of school life. 

Involve us in their changing strife 
So that the charge we oft forget. 

But when, at last, the week's cares sleep, 
We linger in the gathering gloom. 

Within thy shelter, dear brown room, 
And know we have a charge to keep. 

Grace Walker. 

It is four o'clock Friday afternoon. The bell sounds and the 

girls at the reading-tables and in the stack-room troop out of the 

library. They go upstairs and down the long hall to a little room 

at the end. Seated on the couch or on the pillows on the floor, they 

chatter and laugh until they hear the strains of a favorite hymn. 

After several hymns have been sung they listen to the leader. The 

subjects vary. It may be on one's duties to others, the daily vision 

of the Holy Grail, the worthy life of Alice Fremont Palmer, or a 

parable of Christ, or a song from the Old Testament. It is here they 

forget the cares and worries of the week past. It is here they gain 

strength to begin anew the duties of the next week. Then, after a 

benediction, as they leave the building, the sky, beautiful with its red 

and gold of sunset, seems in harmony with their feeling of rest and 


Nina Taylor. 


'Twas morning in the month of May. 
We saw her first, the sweet May queen. 
The fairest sovereign ever seen. 
With all her fairy court at play. 

We saw them keep glad holiday 
With May-pole dance, each gay-clad lass. 
The happy, carefree Freshman class, — 
As they ushered in the month of May. 

J. G. W. 



Vol 10. JUNE laos. N« 4 





Edith Ackert 
Margarita Anderson 
Edith Andrews 
Grace Bickford 
Fannie Ballou 
Mary Boyle 
Florence Bryson 
Agnes Burgess 
Alice Bahr 
Mildred Campbell 
Margarita Carmichael 
Zola Cheney 
Signe Collin 
Avis Coultas 
Pearl Dudley 
Josie Ericson 
Verna Fifield 
Nan Glidden 
Rilla Gastfield 
Luella Hill 
Maude Hobbs 
Charlotte Huff 

Florence Hoisington 
Myra Johnson 
Katherine Keefe 
Lillian Kocher 
Helen King 
Esther Kern 
Mildred Langford 
Margaret Loftus 
Elva Lundberg 
Florence McCleary 
Ruth McMurry 
Lulu Miller 
Marie Moorhead 
Jessie Parker 
Ruth Porter 
Florence Root 
Marion Shapland 
Mamie Thackaberry 
Anna Thelander 
Myrtle Reynolds 
Ada White 
lone Wirtz 
Vida Whitmore 




Musical Synonyms 

VernaFifield's record for tardiness: Score. 

A musical depression: Flat. 

The only thing the treasury can't supply: 

A musical expression of Avis Coultas: 

Failure of the Treble Clef to meet: 

Refreshments served: Air. 
The distinguishing mark of the Treble 

Clef: Tie. 
Lundberg, Dudley, Collin, Hobbs: Staff. 
A musical impression most effective at 

6:15: Sharp. 
Non-Treble Clef talent: Grace notes. 
A small instrument for obtaining musical 

results : Key. 
Dinah Doe or Pretty Primrose: Theme. 
Where second altos take a trip: Solo. 
The songs not sung in public: The Rest. 
The Treble Clef infant: Minor. 
The missing link: Bass. 
The signal for silence: Chord. 
All of us: Clefs. 
Miss Huff: Major. 

• • • 

New Musical Combination 

The musical world will in the coming 
year be pleased to hear of the formation 
of an orchestral combination of great 
promise which has for some time been m 
the process of construction with few 
obstacles to its progress. This combina- 
tion of the cornet and violin is one which 
is destined to play a prominent part in 
the musical world for some time. 

New Repertoire 

We take great pleasure in announcing 
that we have now in preparation and 
nearing completion a new collection of 
pieces. Many of our selections are en- 
tirely new but several are revised editions 
which we consider of too much importance 
to omit. They are the 'Darkey's Cradle 
Song,' a soothing melody destined to still 
all present and future troubles; the 'Peas- 
ant's Wedding March,' a remarkable 
foreshadowing of coming events; 'Wyn- 
ken, Blynken and Nod,' a most suitable 
commencement number, characterizing the 
sail upon the misty sea of experience with 
golden nets of Knowledge. 

• • • 

We've got some brand new officers. 

We have to pay a fine. 
Beg their pardons when we're late 

If we stay too long to dine. 

We answer "present" when we're there; 

We have our music passed; 
There's never any mixing up 

Though things move pretty fast. 

We've got some one to run the show 
And there's no fooling round. 

I guess it's personality. 

For you don't feel that you're bound. 

JosiE Ericson, Editor. 








It is according to the part they assume in the work and play of the school world 
that we remember our comrades here. Certain ones there are who will hold enduring 
places among our pleasantest memories, secured through the good fun of Twelfth Night. 

On that most festive night of those festive days we waited, expectant, through the 
strains of the old Shakesperian melodies — unwcntedly expectant, for our interest in the 
coming performance was not only an interest in the play, but a warm personal interest 
in the players — it was our own class play. 

And then what a transformation did we behold — and yet as the play goes on, 
it seems not such a transformation either, for we are constantly discovering in these players 
of the stage little mannerisms grown famihar to us through daily companionship, which 
seem to peculiarly fit each one to his role. There punctilious gentlemen become well- 
appointed attendants and two others of well proven physical prowess are made trust- 
worthy offcers of the law; the dignity of a most noble duke is easily acquired by a Senior 
class president. The most fastidious, well groomed, spick and span person we know of, 
comes before us clad m the gay garb of sea captain, yet is the change only on the cut- 
side, for the genial, rollicking spirit of the sea-farer, and the roving unsettled dispos'tion 
are elements not foreign to his make-up. It is well known that this saintly friar was not 
so long ago a barker for a snake charmer m a travelling show, yet methinks he wears 
his priestly roles with equal grace. Olivia, lovely Countess, well composed and serene, 
displays the same quiet power with Vv'hich she meets us each day apart from this play 
world. We know that the gentleness of Sebastian is not an assumed virtue — neither 
is the bravery feigned, which causes the braggartly courage of Sir Andrew to so speedily 
ooze away. An inborn, wholesome love of adventure is the happy requisite which ac- 
counts for this winsome Viola, so entirely in her element as masquerader of the sterner 
sex, revealing herself a woman only in her perfect grace. With his accustomed ability 
to be of interest in whatever capacity it devolves upon him to act, Malvoho comes before 
us, now sour-faced, the corners of his mouth drawn down, walking with egotistic switch 
and swagger austere and important; now, inspired by the mysterious note, strutting in 
ecstacy, acquiring the sickish smile henceforth to adorn his face; and yet again we see 
him emerging from the prison all bristly vowing revenge for the indignities he has suffered 
at the hands of the scheming Maria. Look but once into those eyes of hers and you 
will understand why she is so perfectly at home in her part as perpetrator of mischief. 
But what awful thing is this! An orderly, at all times well deported model of sobriety, all 
bedecked in black and yellow stripes running round and round, "by mine honor, half 
drunk," carousing hilariously with "an ole frien" of his. Underclassmen, does not the 
dread term "Physical Science" strike less of terror to your souls since you have seen that 
the same potentate who is so enviably at home in coefficients of linear expansion and 
specific gravities and the like can also cut a caper excellently well? And you, little 
clown, may assume the stately mien of pedagogue and go into a new community and 



baffle the unsuspecting with your learned phrases, but there are those of us who can never 
forget how spontaneously you executed those kangaroo leaps into the air, or how nimbly 
you can turn a somersault backwards off the table. May you ever display as surprising 
ingenuity in handling difficult situations as you did in the nonplussing wig disaster. 

And now the play is over; to us onlookers it has brought enjoyment, an apprecia- 
tion of the labor and sacrifices necessary to make so worthy a performance possible, and 
the same glow which success brings to you players — for you belong to us ; to you who 
participated it has brought the personal benefit inevitably to be derived from such study, 
the satisfaction of having accomplished something worth while, and a wealth of memories 
of the good times of the rehearsals. 

Mae Foster. 





/ <s 

The Land of the Heart's Desire 

Out of the Land of the Heart's Desire 

There came on the eve of May 

A fairy child from the folk in green. 

She sang a haunting song of a land 

Where life is young and life is fair. 

And where they dance upon the winds 

And play in the clear sweet air. 

And she lured away the new-wed bride. 

Lured her away from her love and home, 

From the sad and lonely land 

Where only the moaning wind in the twilight 

Tells of the mystic beauty 

In the Land of the Heart's Desire. 

Lee Henry Dierdorff. 


Hearken, ye eager seekers after wisdom, and 
all ye that throng the courts of learning. Lift up your 
eyes from the mystic scrolls of knowledge and attend 
the winged message I bring. At the close of the 
eleventh day before the Kalends of July, when Phoe- 
bus has driven his steeds into the region of the Hes- 
perides, then rise up, all ye pleasure loving mortals, 
and fare ye to the Great Hall of the Castle, and 
make merry. For on that night, at the appointed 
time, will the dear daughters of the Old Grey Towers, 
dwellers in the realm of Juniordom, present the play, 
course after course, with no delay. And lo, what 
cunning and craft shall ye there behold, what tales of 
direful woes, what valiant deeds and marvels mani- 
fold. Ye shalt see fair-tressed Freshmen, guileless 
babes, unmothered, and desolate of joy, tremble in 
the grasp of a mighty giant in the fair of halls of 
the Court of Knowledge. Ye shall exclaim in wonder 
as the dear daughters of Monroe make their departure 
toward the realms of the gray-eyed goddess, not with 
the bright, refulgent glow of peace upon their brows, 
but with supphant mien, and votive gifts, locks dis- 
sheveled, self-inflicted blows and tears. And heark 
ye, sons and daughters of mortality, and take heed, 
for ye shalt see the dear Doctor of Many Old Pupils 
himself, tasting at the feast, of the sweet, honey 
hearted wine. Even such wonders and many greater 
ones shall ye see, O fair children of mortals, for 
such were the winged words sent from the upper air. 

Ruth Porter. 


[Al Dr. Cook's. 
A Senior Class 
meeting in 

Finl Senior: — 

We must decide to-night which play 
to give. 

Second Senior; — 

I wish Shakespeare were here to help 
us out. 

(Enter ghost of Shakespeare.) 

Shal(espeare : — 

Hail, good my friends, I post in haste 
to help. 

For well have you deserved and your 

To play my play sits smiling to my 

Too true it is, that in this modern age 

The Armory, Bijou and such like 

Are placed before my own once- 
honored plays. 

Of the few schools the N. I. S. N. S. 

Is one that still upholds my ancient 

But to be brief, since my time here 
is short, 

Have you tho't on a play? 

Third Senior: — 

We've thought and talked and yet can- 
not decide. 

Shal(espeare : — 

Then list to me. 

This follows since you wish some play 

of mine. 
None so well suits the talents of your 

As tale of Portias love and wondrous 


For Shylock's part you have one un- 
For Portia, Salerino — all, in truth — 
Not far you 11 post to find the proper 



For Gobbo, e'en in Malta is a man 

Who doth th' part far better now. 
Than ever it was done in my own 

I fear to assail your ears with honeyed 

Yet many seniors well could grace the 

For sooth, there is not half a kiss to 

Who would be best. 

Second Senior: — 

Who can direct us in this undertaking? 

Shal^espeare : — 

An advocate I claim here in your 

She is a woman after my own heart; 
My characters she brings to life again. 
And sure I am, she'll undertake the 

But soft: — I hear th' approaching 

sounds of day. 
Give you good night. May kind fates 
light your way. 
(Exit ghost. Awestruck seniors 

Clara L. Fisher. 

Merchant of Venice 


Duke of Venice Clarl( Brothers 

Antonio Donald McMurry 

Bassanio Horuard Johnston 

Gratiano William Johnson 

Salarino IVard Civens 

Salanio Floyd Love 

Lorenzo Roy Woodhurn 

Shylock Santiago Bauiisia 

Tubal Clark Brothers 

Launcelot Gobbo Ray Puffer 

Old Gobbo Roy Woodhurn 

Leonardo , Martin Heiller 

Balthazar ^ee Dierdorff 

Portia Eva Stevens 

Nerlssa Maud Hohhs 

Jejsica Florence Bollinger 

Magnificos of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, 
Jailer, Servants, and other attendants. 








Oh, Kellogg is the Northern Normal 

And his fame is clear and bright, with- 
out reproach, 

For in touch-down, goal, or punt, 

Kellogg's always to the front. 

For Kellogg is the Northern Normal 

"Win, or be a gracious loser," is his 

And with Northern Normal's motto 
firm "stand by," 

Far our boys can never stray, 

From the Hne of strict "fair play," 

If they hold to Kellogg's motto and 
stand by. 

J. Grace Walker. 



The Football Boy 

I have watched him several times 
From along the full side lines 

As he ran ; 
And I knowr through thick and thin 
That he'll do his best to win 

If he can. 

Yes I know it is a shame, 

When he limps with so much pain, 

Thus to stare. 
But his hair's all in a mat 
And the clean spots and all that. 

Are so rare. 

Still your makeup is just right — 
Puts all others out of sight — 

Out of date. 
So three cheers for scars and all. 
Pain and toil, you brave football 

Boy of 1908. 

Mabelle Ditch. 

The End of the Game 

A slender crowd, a stretch of field, 

A bunch of grimy men; 

A signal call, a breathless rush. 

And the whistle sounds again. 

The ball is down, some one's laid out. 

The referees offend — 

The girls attempt a feeble cheer 

And the game is at an end. 

ZoE Melville. 






The season of 1 908 was not what we wished it to be in games won, but considering 
the material which Coach Kellogg had at his command and the difficulties with which 
he had to contend the result of the season is more favorable. Coach Kellogg started 
the season with only six of last year's players as a foundation. The remaining places 
on the team had to be filled with new men, some of them having never seen a football 
game. Many of the men were light and this together with the greenness of the material, 
and the inability to get the men together for team work, made it almost impossible to 
develop a smooth-running effective machine. 

The first game was played with Rochelle High School, and while the score was 
5 — in their favor our boys played good ball considering their experience. Our next 
game was with Dubuque College, which ended 1 6 — in favor of our opponents. The 
boys could hardly expect to win this game for Dubuque had a heavy team, outweighing 
our team thirty pounds to a man. In our next game the Alumni defeated us easily, 
24 — 0, their knowledge of the game and weight being too much for our boys. Our 
next game with East Aurora should have ended in our favor, but because of a couple 
of costly fumbles it ended: Aurora 12, Normal 5. The next game with Sandwich 
was the first in which Normal played a winning game all the time. It ended 20 — in 
our favor. The last game with Elgin ended 6 — 6. Our boys played good ball and 
the game stood 6 — in our favor until the last few minutes of play, when a sudden 
burst of speed on the part of Elgin and two poor plays by Normal gave Elgin the op- 
portunity to even up the score. Line up: 

Left End Woodburn 

Left Tackle Brothers 

Left Guard Cole 

Center Redmond 

Right Guard McGrath 

Right Tackle Johnson 

Right End Love 

Quarter Back McMurry 

Left Half Back Givens 

Full Back Kays 

Right Half Back Johnston 

Substitute Lawson 




THE DAY'S PLAY (a Junior's Record) 

Got a little signal practice on the way to school. Lined up in psychology. Dr. Mc- 
Murry punted straight to me. Made a brave stab at it and missed. 

Took the next period out to get breath. 

Lined up again the third hour with forty-five minutes to play in arithmetic. Watched 
the signals pretty close and started around in the interference a couple of times, but for 
some reason Mr. Parsons always spilled me. Heard my signal and knew it was up 
to me to do something. Started straight ahead on a bluff, then side stepped and stiff 
armed Mr. Parsons with a question. That held him until time was up. 

Felt so good about that, I hurdled music and went out to run down a few grass- 
hoppers. Had to have something to slide in on Mr. Charles. I was up in the air and 
they were small and ducked me. Time was called before I got onto their game, let alone 
getting anything done. 

Went down to dinner, plowed through fish and potatoes and ran up against choco- 
late pudding for dessert. No thanks. Nothing like that in mine; passed it over the line 
down to my room-mate. 

Started for home but the Junior collector got under my stiff arm and threw me. 
Lost seventy-five cents of papa's good money in the scrimmage. 

Was nearly all in when I got to biology. Lost ground in the back seat with Mr. 
Charles driving straight at me. Thought I was up against it but the whistle blew just 
then and saved me. Stuck it out thru instructions and then piked for the dressing room. 

Started to crawl into my suit and found that some guy had had the nerve to swipe 
my socks. 

Howard Johnston. 



Formation K 

There were two teams came onto the field, 

Formation K. 
All clad in guard and pad and shield. 

Formation K. 
Our tackle cried, as the whistle blew, 

"Formation K." 
There was a punt, the ball went thru 

Straight to the arms of the enemy's man. 
He seized it in his lily white hand 

And ducked and dodged and dashed straight on. 
But ne'er the goal that day he won, — 

Our captain seized and bore him down. 
Fiercely his face in the dirt he ground. 

Then all the Normal jumped on the heap 
Till the men lay piled full twenty deep. 

And now they charged, and now we broke ; 
They made a touch-down at one fell stroke. 

All the field ran gore with blood 
For the noses of most were knocked right good. 

Full many a one his sweater tore 
But ever they cried mid battle roar, 

"Formation K." 
Oh brave were our men, and fine the call, — 

Formation K. 
But we lost the games in spite of all — 

Formation K. 

Eva Stevens. 


This is Woodburn, 
Wondrous tall. 
As center man 
Beats them all. 

Kays is great 
As a guard 
Where'er needed 
There he starred. 

Johnston gets 
The ball that's held 
For free throws 
He's not excelled. 

Love's for team work- 
Gets the ball. 
He's first class 
All in all. 

But Ward Givens 
Has the fun 
Of putting balls in 
On the run. 






Athletic success as well as intellectual success is a cherished desire of our school. 
The boys of the first and second teams realize that whatever success they may have had 
and whatever they may have is due to Mr. Kellogg's skill as a coach. Basket Ball 
practice began this year shortly after the close of the football season. The season 
opened up with the following line-up: 


Woodburn Center 

Johnston Forward 

Givens Forward 

Love Guard 

Kays Guard 


Redmond Center 

Bautista Forward 

Holm Forward 

Sawyer Guard 

Tyrrell Guard 


N. I. S. N. S. 43 Sycamore 1 7. 

N. I. S. N. S. 11 Sycamore 26. 

N. I. S. N. S. 21 Y. M. C. A. 50. 

N. I. S. N. S. 43 Alumni 25. 

N. I. S. N. S. 23 Rockford 24. 

N. I. S. N. S. 19 D. T. H. S. 22. 

N. I. S. N. S. 46 Kingston 31. 

N. I. S. N. S. 37 Kingston 1 2. 

N. I. S. N. S. 18 D. T. H. S. 34. 

N. I. S. N. S. 26 Y. M. C A. 36. 





The prospects for baseball this year are considerably better than we had expected 
they would be. The new material, — there are only three of the old team left — under 
the generous coaching of Mr. Kellogg is working into shape fast. 

The team has played two games this season. In the first, because of the lack of 
experience, they lost to Northwestern College. The second proved to be a great im- 
provement over the first and the boys already show signs of their coming baseball knowl- 
edge. They won from Sycamore 9 — 4. 

They have yet to play Sycamore, Kingston, Genoa, Elgin, Northwestern College, 
Monitor A. C. and the Alumni. 


Redmond First Base 

Love Second Base 

J. Sawyer Shortstop 

Givens Third Base 

H. Sawyer Left Field 

McMurry Center Field 

Stott Right Field 

Kays Catcher 

Woodburn Pitcher 

Kellogg Coach 






Questions and Answers on the 
Preceding Chapters 

Q. — Who knows the most about the game? 
A. — Draw between Wilson and Kellogg. 
Q. — Why does Floyd always tackle neckties? 
A. — It's just a habit. 

Q. — What did Ward say when he fell down? 
A. — "My leg is broke! My leg is broke!" 
Q. — What is William crying about? 
A. — His rib is broken. 

iQ. — Why did all the boys in Elgin think Floyd was married? 
A. — I don't know. We never thought of such a thing. 


— Is it a foul to hit Floyd on the nose? 

— No; but it is a foul to listen to what he says if you do. 

— Why are all the boys yelling: "Look out for Mr. Briggs! " 

— I don't know, we haven't anyone by that name on our team. 

— What is a human thunderbolt? 

— Ask Kays. It hit him once. 

— Who blew the whistle? 

— Am unable to reproduce Kellog's description of the man. 

Q. — Who made the team? 
A. — Tyrell didn't. 

Q. — Where did the ball go when Roy hit it? 
A. — They haven't found it yet. 
Q. — Did Floyd strike out? 
A. — It will be best to consult the score book, for one man came nearly getting a bale 

of hay kicked out of him for saying. 
Q. — Why doesn't Don run? 
A. — You had better see Kellogg. I heard him asking. 






forward she : 

puts the ball in 

easily. Never lets 

it by her go. Never catch her 

being slow. Always there 

to get the ball and 

in the basket 

lei it 



King, the 

girl they say, 

who in the thickest 

of the fray enters in 

and saves the day; gets 

the ball and sends it quick 

by a little double trick 

toward the basket 

where it lands 

into someone's 



A c k e r t, 
she the center. 
All her soul in the 
game doth enter. She 
the captain of the five, 
never one was more alive, 
always hit the ball so 
square. Sent it spinn- 
ing through the air, 
made opponents 
stare and 



she a guard, 

keeps her foes 

a guessing hard 

where the next place 

she will be; and it's said 

that once if she has 

her hand upon the 

ball, there is 

chance for 

none at 


she the quick, 
never see her like 
a stick. Up and down 
the field she skips, never falters, 
never trips. Now she's 
here and now she's 
there, I declare 
she's every- 

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Second Team Aspirations- 

With dummy laid upon the floor 

And second team around it, 

They try with all their might and main 

Into their souls to ground it. 

Aspirants for the great first team — 

They work and strive to know. 

Just when to throw a ball up high. 

And when to throw it low. 

And how a centre should bat off. 

And where a guard should stand. 

And how to twirl a ball, so 

In the basket it will land. 

They listen to their coach's words. 

And then when she is done, 

They get their signals; play the game 

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The Captive Great 

OMETIMES, when our beautiful auditorium is filled to over- 
flowing with voluminous music, or when sage advice and wise 
council fall from the lips of some member of our august Faculty, 
I forget to sing appreciatively and I neglect to be amused by 
the humor. And this is because I am wrestling with a mighty 
problem that makes me sad indeed. For my thought is reaching 
up m sympathy to the bemgs, who unseen except for their pallid faces, forever look down 
upon us from the walls as from an ancient pillory. And I am trying in vain to endow 
the plaster about them with transparency, to discover the manner of their imprisonment, 
to guess the secret of their elevation above us. 

By what device did the masters of this towered stronghold fix the persons of their 
captives so cruelly between floor and ceiling of this great room? As they on the platform 
proceed with the song, the sermon, the joke, for our soul's good weal, I study this problem 
in its various aspects. By no amount of ingenious planning can my imagination construct 
a platform under the feet of those martyr heroes that will sustain them in their places. 
Abraham Lincoln's six feet four beside the four feet two of General Grant defeat 
all my arduous labor. For behold, are not all the noses on the same level up there among 
the incandescents? 

I provide each one with a pair of stilts of a length corresponding to his personal 
number of inches. But alas, their heroic countenances sit not well on stilts. 

I suspend them from the ceiling by ropes of equal length. But such a standing 
insult to the reverend necks is inconsistent wath the quiet composure of each reverend coun- 
tenance. For despite the uncomfortable fact of their transfixion in these walls, concern- 
ing the horrible secret of which they must evermore be silent, each martyr maintains an 
air of dignity that is almost contentment. They are proud to adorn the halls of learning, 
no matter how trying the circumstances. 

And this, be it remembered, is an old and well-loved form of structural decoration. 
We are told that Bluebeard made use of it for the walls of his favorite chambers. Often- 
times have old London and other ancient cities been decked with many bloodless coun- 
tenances overlooking their streets. Even staid Httle Plymouth, indulging but little in 
carnal ornament, delighted in lining her streets with numerous pillories. Far be it from 
us to discredit the ancient, well-loved style. Nor do we dispute the propriety of its use 
on the walls of this castle of learning. 



But O ye well loved heroes, when we seek you for council and inspiration, it grieves 
us sorely to find you, as tho' ye were all like traitorous Bocca, your faces turned to us 
from this upright sea. How much rather would we find you where the page opens easiest 
in our favorite book, or in a quiet corner of our study, making a shrine for our worthiest 

But that was not to be. The plan of the all-wise architect was otherwise. By 
him was your fate decided, your place among us determined. And from the decree 
there is no escape - — 

"Till the walls shall crumble to ruin 
And moulder in dust away." 

Mildred Campbell. 


The Castle Veritas 

Upon a hill there standeth a fair castle, O my sweet, upon whose gray stone walls 
and towers ivy climbeth. And below this castle lieth a wood where the wild-flowers 
grow and where there is a tiny brook that floweth gently. There is a lake, too, which 
reflecteth the green trees and which the sunset turneth to crimson and gold. And in the 
soft moonlight this castle is most beautiful, for then it looketh in truth as if an enchantment 
had been cast upon it. 

But, hark ye, dear-my-soul, for I would tell thee more of this castle. Dost thou 
ask, then, who dwelleth there? Knights and ladies, maidens and youths, all with one 
aim which lieth ever before them. This is the Castle Veritas and all who dwell therein 
live to teach others. And even as the lake reflecteth the green trees and the gray towers 
of the castle, so in the world is reflected the spirit of Veritas. For these knights and 
ladies remain not forever within the castle walls, but each and everyone goeth out into 
the world to bear his message unto those who dwell therein. 

And as each dweller of Veritas leaveth the gray towers and turneth his face toward 
the unknown, hope giveth him strength. For as he foUoweth the long road that leadeth 
to the land of Ever-Plaisance, the Vision which Veritas hath given, ever guideth him. 

Ruth McMurry. 




Summer's beauty we remember 

Richly crowned thee in September; 
Lightly rocked by every breeze 
With all the other world of trees. 

Little birds made thy leafy dome 

A dwellmg for a transient home; 

But the North Wind began to blow 
And laid thy summer's beauty low. 

Winter's beauty crowns thee now 

Bare and leafless every bough; 

Little birds their flight have taken 
From thy boughs so roughly shaken; 

We look on thee and see revealed 

The strength thy foliage once concealed ; 
May we reveal in some small realm 
A strength as firm as thine, O Elm. 

Pauline Lewis. 



The Old Gardener 

RAY and bent, we see him working there. 

Bronzed his face with sunshine and with 
Parting weeds from flowers with patient care, 
Or chpping fragrant grass with whirring 

Without a pause he toils, nor lifts his eye. 
Trimming, cutting, ever bending low. 

Until in him, the musing passer-by 

Beholds a second peasant with his hoe. 

His task may seem a humble one indeed 
But there's a dignity about it still. 

For he is keeper of the ways that lead 

To that gray tower of learning on the hill. 

An obscure part in some great work pursued 
Is with the honor of that work imbued. 

Annie Elizabeth King. 



O Caraelot! O city of the day! 

We see thee stand, high-tow'ring 
o'er the plain ; 

Thy massive walls rise far bove 
earth's domain 

And gleam, raist-veiled, m sun- 
light's faintest ray; 

Thy turrets pierce the clouds that 
hang dull-gray 

Above thee; from the height thou 
then dost gain. 

Thou look'st upon a world with- 
out a stain, 

Vert-clad in spring, and young and 
gay as May. 

O city that to many Iiest hid. 
Thou city built by all the good 

and true. 
Yet never seen by mortal man or 

On earth, we too will build thee 

high as did 
Thy knights who reared thy walls 

toward heaven's blue, 
While strains of music shaped 

themselves in stone. 

Lee Henry DierJorff 




Farewell, little lad! 
The last of your race! 
Good-by, little tad! 
With your bright sunny face, 
With your jokes so unique. 
And your antics so queer. 
You have shortened each week 
Of the years you've been here. 

As you turn homeward glad 
That your work here is o'er. 
It makes us all sad 
That we'll see you no more. 
But go on and win fame 
With good cheer and good will. 
We'll be proud of your name 
For you're one of us still. 

A. C. 




HEN yu' heve'nt got yer lessons 
An' yer feelin' kind o' blue. 
When there ain't no inspiration 

Per that theme 'uts almost due. 
Jest yu' leave right off a thinkin' 
An' put on yer hat an' coat; 
'Cause you've got ter keep the balance 
Ef thet theme is plum left out. 

When yer tryin' hard to study, 

'Bout yer Physiology, 
When yer head is achin' awful 

An' yer eyes kin hardly see. 
Jest fergit about them artries 

Needn't fear 'ut they'll give out 
'Cause you've got ter keep the balance 

If them things ain't lerned about. 

When yer tryin' hard ter memorize 

Thet speech fer Readin' class, 
When yer worryin' yer head off 

Per fear 'ut you won't pass. 
Jest you leave right off a-worryin', 

Yu' kin git along without, 
'Cause you've got ter keep the balance 

If you drop that Readin' out. 

Hazel Underwood. 



The Spectator 

(As ^ei unpublished in the Outlool^). 

The Spectator had occasion to visit a certain Normal school not long ago. As a 
result of that visit he has something on his mind — something that will not leave him in 
peace but continues to haunt him m his dreams. That something is note-books. 

When the Spectator was young a note-book was a rare possession. The student 
was supposed to keep his knowledge in his head, not m a book of any kind. Now he 
has Arithmetic note-books, Psychology note-books. Geography note-books. Physical 
Training note-books. Zoology note-books, Physiology note-books, Botany note-books, — in 
fact, note-books which seem to hoard within their covers all the information known to 
the world. The Spectator does not wish to imply that the student does not possess all 
the knowledge that these books contam. He will leave that to the teacher. But he 
does wonder what the student is going to do with them all after he has finished school. 
Will these precious possessions be relegated to the attic to "moulder in dust away" or 
will they accompany him wherever he goes, filling up trunks and almost crowding him 
out of his small rooms at the boarding house? The Spectator is inchned to think that 
many of them will find their way to that most destructive agent, the fiery furnace. 

As he ponders over this matter, the Spectator is more impressed by the note-book 
as an encumbrance than as a thing of utility and he feels with the student who added this 
postscript to a letter to her father: "P. S. Send me money, not for necessities, but for 

During the same visit the Spectator was an interested observer of those exercises 
seemingly known to the student body as General X. He enjoyed them very much for it 
is not often permitted to him 'to see so many charming young ladies who are going to 
make teaching their life work.' But when the Faculty had regained their official dignity 
after the trying ordeal of singing a song and the choir had picked up the numerous books 
from their chairs and had finally seated themselves, then it was that a solemn hush fell 
upon the assembly. The Spectator held his breath as the worthy President glanced at 
a number of small slips of paper and then gravely pronounced a name. Immediately a 
young woman arose and with the utmost earnestness began to speak. The Spectator, 
seated in the back part of the room, was unable to catch the opening words, but thinking 
from her manner that she was going to give an oration was just settling himself 
in his chair for a half hour of enjoyment when suddenly she stopped and sat down. He 
had not yet overcome his surprise when he found that a young man was speaking 'in 
measured tones and slow.' The Spectator recalled the quotation classes of his youth 
and prepared himself to respond when he should be called on. But suddenly these words 
fell gently upon his ear: "I have lost my History of Ed. note-book. Will anyone who 
finds it please return it to the office or to me." To the Spectator this utterance was not 
without significance, but he wondered who was the Edward referred to. And as he 
watched his interest grew. Could this be the modern way of training the student in the 
art of speech making? If so, the sympathy of the Spectator went out to the girl who, after 



making a brave attempt, even though her voice did tremble, was asked to give her talk all 
over again, 'because the people on the other side of the room could not hear.' He was 
proud of the youth who spoke with such zeal about the Freshman meeting — surely the 
Freshmen must be a fine class. But when, after her name had been pronounced several 
times, one of the Faculty rushed to the front of the platform and hurriedly read a long 
list of names, the Spectator's amazement knew no bounds. "What are they doing?" he 
asked that member of the faculty who was 'showing him around.' "O, just making 
announcements" answered he. Well, this was the first experience that the Spectator had 
ever had with 'just making announcements' and he still ponders over the matter. Can 
it be that there is some psychical import that escapes him? Perhaps they teach the youth 
to talk upon his feet and thus fit him for after life. The Spectator asks himself if this 
can not be a way of bridging the chasm between theory and practice. But there is one 
thing that he would like to have explained to him. What is regular y w? 

Ruth McMurry. 


The Saturday sun is bright and high; 
Clear and blue is the Saturday sky; 

The Saturday's work is calling — 
And the girls on the horse-shoe, one and all. 
Are tearing their pennants down from the wall. 

And the Clubs to work are falling. 

Now from each bare dismantled room. 
Comes the swish of the moving broom. 

The dust in clouds is flying. 
At the tub there's washing and rinsing, too. 
Till out on the clothes line, full in view. 

The white waists hang a' drying. 

By noon the Saturday sun looks down 
Upon a wonderful spotless town — 

The horse-shoe, polished and shining. 
The dust pan and broom a lone watch keep. 
And if in the window you chance to peep. 

You'll find the girls a' dining. 

Grace Walker. 



A Drop of Water 

Within this drop a httle world I see, 

A world all hidden from my naked eye, 

Here countless creatures live and strive and die. 

Like us have friends they seek, and foes they flee. 

Here darts Euglena lashing light and free. 

And Paramoecium quickly saileth by. 

And Cyclops guided by his one small eye, 

Seeketh his food within this tiny sea. 

What myriad forms the microscope doth show; 
Who can behold these wonders and not feel 
That they the work of a great plan reveal. 
In Nature's world, where nothing is thought low. 
And e'en this drop of water though so small. 
Speaks of the care that watches over all. 

Launa Thompson. 



A Foot Ball Catastrophe 

It was the last game of the season and one of the hardest, for both teams were 
unusually evenly matched. Hunter, the half back for the home team, was playing again 
for the first time since his accident in the Wisconsin game. He had been allowed to go 
in against the better judgment of the coach, but the game was such an important one and 
he himself begged so hard to be allowed to play, that this judgment had been overruled 
and he was on the field, the most eager of all the eleven for the whistle to blow. 

No one in either of the huge grandstands was more enthusiastic over the game than 
Hunter's father. He watched every play with a critical eye, anxiously waiting until he 
could see Jack disentangle himself from the scrambhng pile of players. 

The game was a close one, the first half ending with a tie score. A tense silence 
fell on the crowds as the whistle marking the beginning of the second half sounded. They 
waited breathlessly for the first play following the line-up. 

"Seven — eight — forty-two," sang out the Captain. 

Around the end a man darted with the ball. It was Hunter making for the goal. 
Ten, twenty, twenty-five yards he made when he was tackled, five or six men piling on 
top of him. One by one the men picked themselves off until cnly one man lay stretched 
out on the ground. It was Hunter! Was he hurt? The general opinion in the bleachers 
was that he was merely winded and playing for time. The trainers, with boys carrying 
pails of water and wet sponges, ran cut from the side lines. The other men crowded 
around the motionless player. The coach ran out, consulting his watch. The referees 
and the two coaches had a hurried consultation. Time had evidently been allowed. 
1 he group around the prostrate man had been increased by excited rooters who had 
run out from the side lines, and swarms of small boys who came from all directions. As 
the crowd shifted. Hunter's father who had been nervously watching the group, could see 
the trainers kneeling down working over Jack. Then one of the coaches ran toward the 
grand stand, returning in a few minutes accompanied by a man carrying a small black 
bag — a doctor! The rumor ran around that Hunter was still unconscious from a blow 
on the head, and that his collar bone was broken. Unable to stand the strain any longer, 
Hunter's father pushed his way out toward the field. The crowd instinctively opened 
to let the hatless old gentleman pass, wildly flourishing his walking stick. Half way 
across he met a small boy, "Who's hurt? What's the matter?" he asked. "Hunter's 
kicked in the head. Guess he's killed," answered the small boy. 

Kicked in the head! Jack! Hurrying on the father reached the crowd, pushed 
them to right and left, wedged his way in, giving no explanation, speaking to no one. 
He reached his son's side. There Jack lay stretched out on the ground, face downward, 
while kneeling beside him and working over him were the doctor and the coach — 
sewing up a great tear in the seat of his trousers! 



"Perchance to Dream" 

T was a beautiful moonlight evening and we were all in the study 
hall, each one carrying a pair of roller skates. Dr. Cook stood 
on the table with his spectacles on his thumb telling us that we 
should not go roller skating. "My young folks, I beg of you," 
he began, and then we all changed into mice. A moment later 
Dr. Cook stood on the auditorium platform, singing in a loud 
voice, "Oh bring back my children to me." Then we all started to come down the 
walls, each of us on our roller skates. We took off our skates and sat on the arms of 
the seats and started to moan and cry. Just then Mr. Shoop came in with a butcher's 
apron on and a long knife in his hand and said to Dr. Cook as he lifted the knife, 
"Which one is first? I'll teach them to mind." 

Rosa Kempson. 
• • • 

It seemed that we all were dead and had been buried m a cemetery around a church. 
Suddenly we arose from our graves and stood stiff and stately, waving accordion plaited 
pennants. Then wings began to develop. Fair and bright were those of the studious; 
pale, thin and gray were those of the bluffers or idlers. Flapping our wings, one by one 
we flew upward, forming a V in the sky and singing, "We kept the pig in the parlor." 

Louise Julia Eriksen. 

It was the night before theme day. Suddenly there appeared before the Junior an 
uncanny creature, who seemed to be all eyes. 

"I am Theme-Eye; follow me." 

Even as he spoke they were in a strange land. A winding stream of red ink mean- 
dered through groves of strange shaped trees, reminding the Junior of the paragraph 
marks which weekly adorned her themes. What a noisy place it was! On benches 
under the trees sat the words: the dignified stately words, the strong words, the effective 
words, the descriptive words, and down in front sat the commonplace, the weak, the 
ineffective words. Those on the front seat were acting very strangely ; they were con- 
stantly jurrping up and down calling their names. All the finer dignified words sat 
quietly by doing nothing. Once an effective word stood up and called aloud its name, 
and everyone looked amazed; even the trees seemed astonished and the birds in the trees 
made note of it. The Junior looked at Theme-Eye for an explanation. 

"1 his," said Theme-Eye, "is Vocabulary Park. Every time a word is used in 
a theme, it must jump up here and call out its name. Those poor fellows on the front 
seat are always overworked the night Juniors write themes." 

"Look," said Junior, "there are several who have fainted; see they are dashing red 
ink in their faces to revive them." 

"That often happens. It is because some one has mispelled them. " 



"What's this queer building we are approaching?" 

"It's the Sentence Hospital; you can see some of the patients walking around the 
grounds. " 

"My, some of them look rigid, I don't believe they could bend if they tried." 

"Alas," said Theme-Eye, "they are too stiff. See those over there who have no 
legs, others are without arms, some even lack heads. They are Incomplete Sentences, 
great favorites of the Juniors." 

"When are we coming to the enchanted Palace of Ideas? Let's get away from 
these dreadful Sentences and go to the Palace." 

"Do you think you are worthy?" and Theme Eye's gaze read all her secret thoughts. 
1 hen the noise of babbling words grew fainter and died away, the red river, the strange 
trees faded like a stereopticon picture on a canvas when the lights are turned on, and Junior 
found herself back in her room, her masterpiece not yet begun. 

"And I didn't even get a souvenir for my scrap-book," she mused sadly. 

Launa Thompson. 



The Freshman C's 

When the Freshman C's come here they are Hke the meat that goes into a sausage 
mill. They are the raw material which goes into the mill that grinds out, not well stuffed 
sausages, but well stuffed brains. This mill is more complex than a sausage mill. It 
contains grindstones for sharpening the wits of those who pass through it, so that it turns 
their brains out not only well stuffed, but also active and efficient. There is also a series 
of sieves in the mill, through which they must pass, and all who are unable to adjust 
themselves to the size of the holes are caught and thrown out. Only the capable ones 
get through. 

Once when a noted Episcopal bishop was out walking of an evening, he saw a small 
boy on a front porch trying in vain to reach the door bell, and, being a kind hearted old 
gentleman, he went up and rang it for him. Then the boy said, "Now run like thunder 
or they'll catch you!" and ducked around the corner. So a good many Freshman C's 
who came here looking for a nice easy time find that they have to make a lightning change 
in their attitude and work like thunder or they will get caught. Most of them are wise 
enough to 'get busy,' and the rest stick in the sieve. When they get through they have 
demonstrated their ability. It is a great credit to the Freshman C's that most of them 
do pass through and so few are sifted out. May they all get through the mill not only 
safe and sound, but also happy and strong, and ready with a good will to conquer other 

Donald McMurry. 

The Domestic Science Girl 

A sudden dash thru the study hall, 

A girl with a knowing air 
And everyone looks with envy 

At the plate of pastries rare. 

Another dash thru the doorway. 
Then a whisper in my ear 

"We've made so many muffins. 
Your help we need, I fear." 



Then a glimpse into the kitchen 
At the kettles new and bright. 

At the shining rows of dishes 
And the girls with aprons white. 

But I've ceased at last to wonder 
At each eager, passing face: 

I too with smile and tempting things 
Have found with them a place. 

Why the faculty lick their chops 
As they go thru the study hall, 

Why the superintendents beam 
Don't puzzle me at all. 

The wonderful fireless cooker, 
A lesson in purchasing food. 

Have solved the difficult problem 
Of hvmg, simple but good. 

Though kettles and fireless cookers 

Are rather heartless things. 
And scarcely have the power 

To give your spirits wings, 

Yet I feel the pervading power 
Of a presence strong and true. 

The genius of help and kindliness 
That inspires to know and to do. 

JosiE C. Ericson. 




Oh tawny thing of wood and wind swept plain. 
So gentle now, so fawning, grateful, mild! 
What dreams are stilled, what longings for the wild, 

Thou tragedy of loneliness and pain! 

Thy brother's pack has howled o'er red roe slain. 
But thou canst only wail the yearnings piled 
Upon thy heart, unhappy grey wolf's child, — 

Not thine the night, the chase, and bloody stain. 

But tho the bars must ever close thee in. 

Still thru thy hopeless, joyless, prisoned life 

The little children learn to love thy race. 

And as their tender fingers touch thy face. 

The day draws near when there shall be no strife. 

When wolf, and child, and God, be all one kin. 

Eva E. Stevens. 



The New Germ 

The instant a person enters the Normal school, in a merely fragmentary way certam 
micro-organisms enter the system. There at first they live a life of intermittent dormancy 
until called into action by various duties imposed upon the student. Then they begin a 
gradual grouping, and with this organization comes a co-ordinate strength and tenacity. 

The symptons are different in nearly all cases. In some patients, the disease takes 
the form of the most absorbing interest in General Exercises. There come days of inter- 
mittent fever when the patient gives up even the joy of reading mail while the faculty 
divulge state secrets from their lofty dais. There are days when even the ringing of the 
third bell keeps down the mad impulse to seize books and rush forth. Statistics show that 
among other symptons patients have developed these: the power to pass the Auditorium 
door when the curtains are drawn and not even peek; to take full notes on addresses 
given in General Exercises; to speak quietly in the study hall and not to engage in war- 
fare during the absence of a teacher; and to always "keep off the glass." The most 
fatal cases seem to feel that they are necessary factors at literary meetings. Every 
Saturday night they become visibly agitated, and at contest time they become uncontrol- 
lable. Those afflicted in this way have been known to seek offices. 

All of these are but the natural manifestations of the working of the germs. As 
yet there seems to be no positive cure. Time cannot give it. It seems rather to invigorate 
these bacterial bodies. Gratification of desires seems not to help. Work as prescribed 
in small doses by the attending physicians in the class rooms has no eflect whatever. It 
seems rather to serve as a stimulant to these restless microbes. By the time two years, 
three years, or perhaps four years, have elapsed, the germs have entirely changed. From 
scattered, feeble, invisible cell-bodies they have become well organized, robust, invincible 
features of the Normal School life. It is impossible to destroy them. The only thing 
we can do is to carefully guard the invalids and train in the best direction this bacterial 

Genevieve A. Moore. 



A Song to Sing 

Give me a song, a song to sing. 

As I journey on my way; 
Give me a tuneful tune to hum. 

At my work the long, long day ; 
Give me a jingling rhyme to con. 

As the hours wear away. 

The soldier treads his march to roll of drum; 
With sounds of triumph, those who conquer 
The rising lark rains song, his cloud heights 
And shall I plod with lagging step and lips 
forever dumb? 

But give me a blithesome song to sing 

That rises light and free; 
An air and a verse with a clear, glad 
(Road comrades unto me), 
And no weariness shall the long 
leagues bring 
As they melt with the melody. 

Mildred Campbell. 



The Normal Student's Creed 

BELIEVE in Doctor Cook as the center around which the 
Normal School whirls. I believe in the joint captivating of 
men: Miss Foster can march them; Miss Livingstone, draw 
them; Miss Berry, cook for them; Miss Huff, sing for them, 
and Miss Farley read to them. Furthermore, I have seen the 
miraculous power of Mr. Parson and Miss Parmelee. Either 
one can take the zero quantity of knowledge of the most luckless student, raise it to the 
nth power, and extract the square root of it on the final reckoning day. I believe that 
Miss Weller knows how to work geography classes, and how to make geography classes 
work. I know that Mr. Whitten can tell one what kind of weather to expect a thousand 
years hence. I believe in Miss Simonson's literary strength, for she can carry all the 
"Annuals" of the library, fifteen in number, in one arm with "Rebecca Mary" in the 
other. It is well known that Mr. Page's name is Pages not Page, for who can think of 
a page containing all he says, besides all he knows that he does not say. I sincerely 
believe that "once upon a raw and gusty day" in the spring of nineteen hundred eight, 
Miss Whitman went to Rome and found it "really so." I not only believe in The 
Man With a Hoe, Mr. Balthis, but also in The Man Behind the Foot-Ball when that 
man is Mr. Kellogg. I am fully convinced that there is more than one descendant 
of the monkey in the Normal School, and that the soul of the paramoecium is immortal, 
for I have faith in the teachings of one Mr. Charles. I also believe in the wonderful 
memory of Mrs. Lund and also in the unfathomableness of her charity in seeking excuse 
for dullness and waywardness, be the cause good, bad, or indifferent. I believe in a 
finely decorated library: Miss Jandell and the cherubs in one room. Miss Milner and 
no cherubs in the other. 

binally, by faith, I can see a higher, more ethereal life, after all the stages of 
Cookism, McMurryism, Vaughnism, and all the other "isms" including Criticism, have 
been passed. I fully believe that there is an after-existence after completing two terms' 
work of teaching with a critic (some doubt such a life). But I believe in this life, pro- 
viding one comes out in the full sunshine at the end; otherwise, there will be eternal 
starvation. I believe that when some have reached that happy life beyond, there is some- 
times a call sent up from the Normal School saying, "Come back." They heed and do 
come back, as mortals wish spirits of heaven might heed the call to earth. 

Mamie Jones. 




Have you been out insect hunting 

in the fall, in the fall? 
Hunting with a net and bug-can, 

in the fall? 
When the sun with all its heat 
On the Normal campus beat. 
And the locusts seemed all feet 
In the fall. 

Have you spent an hour dissecting 

in the fall, in the fall? 
In the Normal laboratory in the 

Although grasshoppers did squirm, 
Still about them we did learn. 
And about each nasty worm. 
In the fall. 

Have you waded through the mud 

in the fall, in the fall? 
With your pencil and your note 

book in the fall. 
Looking at each bird's bright coat. 
Marking well its warbling throat, — 
Any kind of nature note 
In the fall. 

Alice Holliston. 



The Lament of the Crayfish 

IS carapace all grim and cracked; 
His long antennae gone, 
With eyes no longer quick and bright 

He slowly crawled along. 
"This is no place for me to stay 
Beneath this stranded log. 
Why, I was told it was a lake 

By yonder silly frog. 
But he's repaid for mischief meant; 

His throat is parched and sore. 
And when he tries to serenade 

He finds his charms no more. 
My cephalothorax fits not right, 

It rubs and scratches so; 
My chelipeds are weak and smooth. 

They've lost their vim and go. 
If Darwin could but see me now 

Would I be one to live? 
But I must haste where there's some mud 
And life has more to give." 

Mamie V. Thackaberry. 




The Matrimony Vine 

' I he Angel - Who - Attends - to - Things' came hurrying down 
the hall. He had on his gardening robes and under his left wing 
was tucked a botanical can — a determined gleam sparkled in his 

A door opened and a tall man wearing the title Lightning 
Calculator hailed him, "I have been looking for you because I need 
your advice. I have made up my mind that we need an iron-clad 
rule compelling every student here to take the full course in Geometry 
and I wish to consult — " 

"I have another matter to attend to this morning," said the 
Angel and he hurried on. 

For one moment the Lightning Calculator stood wondering 
what could be more important than Geometry! Then with a shake 
of his grey war-lock, a challenging sparkle in his piercing grey eyes, he followed the Angel. 
The Angel rustled on down the hall and around the corner, coming suddenly upon 
The Dispenser of Grace, who quickly came to Yard B position, thus checking the head- 
long flight of the Angel. 

"You are just the person I was looking for," she said. "Can you spare me a 
minute? I want you to come down and take a look at that gymnasium floor." Shifting 
uneasily from one foot to the other, with an apologetic — "Ahem!" — the Angel sidled 
past the detaining arm, calling back — "When I return." 

"Return from what?" queried the Dispenser of Grace of the Lightning Calculator, 
as he caught up. "Let's go and see!" So together they followed the Angel. 

Presently the Angel was met by one whose courtly bearing bespoke the Children's 

"Pardon my stopping you but I beg of you to spare me a few moments. The 
common shades used in my schoolrooms are ruining the eyesight of my charges, while 
the substitution of Venetian Blinds would" — 

"I have a matter of great importance on hand and I cannot stop just now. 
"More important than Venetian Blinds? I must ascertain its nature" and the 
Children's Knight joined the Lightning Calculator and the Dispenser of Grace and they 
followed the Angel. 



As the sound of their footsteps echoed thru the hall, the door of the Mysterious 
Center was flung open and the Wise Presence of the North appeared with threatening 

"Sh! Sh! there's altogether too much noise out here in the hall!" but recognizing 
the 'Angel Who Attends to Things' — "Oh! its you. I have wanted to consider with you 
a question of great moment" — 

"Speak to me about that some other time," said the Angel, "My business is of great 
importance." "What business can be of greater importance than that which concerns the 
development of the human mind?" said the Wise Presence and he led the Lightning 
Calculator and the Dispenser of Grace and the Children's Knight in their pursuit of the 

At the bottom of the stairs the Angel hailed the Keeper of the Keys, "Come with 
me for I need your help." 

"I haven't a bit of time now," said the Keeper of the Keys. "Those students have 
scratched all the varnish off the chairs in the Auditorium — " 

"Come with me," said the Angel again. 

"And with all this rainy weather I must provide extra door mats," muttered the 
Keeper of the Keys as together they passed out of the wide doors. An impertinent gust 
of wind coming from around the towers caught in the tip of the Angel's wing and made 
it flap so suddenly that the shining botany can so carefully tucked there-under, was almost 
dropped. On they went till they came to the crest of the hill looking toward the East. 
At the side of the road they stopped and the Angel, carefully looking the ground over, 
opened the can and took out a bundle of black roots. 

"Plant them!" said the Angel to the Keeper of the Keys. 

"But really I haven't time, I must go — " 

"Plant them!" repeated the Angel. 

"I can't do anything like that without a written permit from the Wise Presence." 

"Plant them!" 

At this the Keeper of the Keys bustled off for a spade and began to plant the roots. 

Just as the last one was securely set in place the breathless followers caught up. 
1 he Lightning Calculator with his expectant smile was the first to arrive. Close behind 
him the Dispenser of Grace, for once winded. The Wise Presence, on his arrival at the 
scene, stood with spectacles on his thumb, awaiting an explanation. 

"Now, I am reheved," said the Angel with a satisfied sigh. "You have provided 
ample training for the minds of your charges. I even hear it is rumored that teaching 
is to be their life work. Life work indeed! I am going to offer a course in the training 
of the heart. Here have I planted these vines to make more beautiful your terraces, with 
their glad light green in the spring, and afire with beauty in the fall. As your charges 
climb up the long road, their eyes fixed on the tall towers of learning — these Matrimony 
Vines will daily remind them that the pathways of youth lead other where. Now what 
can I do for you? " 

Helen Jane Woodley. 




1 he recipe which we here give and prescribe is one of 'tremendous' efficiency for 
making a savory dish, genuinely wholesome and palatable. We have tried it for four 
years and found it unequalled for the making of skillful teachers and capable women. 

To a large quantity of mathematical ability add equal measures of physiological, 
bacteriological, chemical and physical principles. Mix well until they form in an outline 
when dropped into a quantity of clear reason. Add a dash of good humor and a story 
or two till it boils over with enthusiasm and life. Add carefully generous equal amounts 
of independence and freedom and enough of true observation and helpfulness to make 
it firm. Flavor with kindliness and companionship and spice with a pinch of keen hurnor 
to suit your taste. Let it simmer over a steady flame of interest and appreciation and 
use as a tonic for low spirits, food for thought, and a stimulant for high endeavor. 

An artist of rare promise will soon be missed from that wide circle of lovers of 
beauty and art, to whom she has ever been an inspiration. From our own personal ac- 
quaintance we have found that the high light of her character is her unfailing good nature. 
1 he warmth and glow of her enthusiasm have made an atmosphere that inspired artistic 

She is a veritable portfolio of graceful poses, and as to her craftsman headpiece — 
the admiration and envy of every girl — it is indeed a work of art. Her gayety and 
sincerity will always form a background for many happy memories. Her admirable 



qualities will stand out in bold relief as we come to view her in perspective, and our 
aflection for her will never reach the vanishing point. 

lo show the high esteem with which she is regarded in the community of artists 
and art lovers we give a few press notices: 

"She is a Realist in Art for she has the poTver to maf^e dail}) life live again." 
(Witnessed fcjj the pages of this volume). 

"She is an Idealist of the rarest sort. Through the medium of her artistic porver 
and the crude impressionistic efforts of beginners in art, there appear dream visions of 
iurreted castles, floating clouds, and all the intangible imager]) of the poet's dream." 

"Her skill in technique, her simplicity of line, and color harmony, not only portray 
hut interpret life, and give promise of power not yet at its zenith." 

The Chronicle of Our Daily World. 

• • • 

Interest is at high pitch over the departure from our musical world of a gifted so- 
prano and violinist. An air of mystery accents the event. She has been engaged for 
some time to occupy the position of accompanist in a small stock company. It will be 
necessary for her to change her signature and for a short interval of time it may be diffi- 
cult for her to be natural, but this should be no bar to her full measure of happiness. 
1 hey will keep house on a small scale and take a flat. Knowing her mastery of the 
entire gamut we are confident that her range will continue to be unsurpassed (we suggest 
that it should have at least four burners and a warming oven). Her happy nature has 
ever been a tonic to us, for she has entered into everything with such good spirit. Our 
regard for her is not a minor consideration, for it has not diminished a third but instead 
has been trebled and we wish for her that her future may be "one glad sweet song." 

All book lovers will be interested to hear of the transfer from the State Library to 
a private collection of a most rare and exquisite volume. It is described thus in the 
Catalogue of Artistic and Rare Books: 

In one volume, small royal 16 mo., broxvn cloth binding, gilt edged. An original 
edition limited to a single copy. This little volume is to be heartily commended both for 
matter and style. A charmingly discursive little bool(. Contains much curious local 
information and data. Bright in tone, rvith marked vivacity of wit. 

Its many close friends in the Library sincerely regret the transfer of this little volume. 

The Old Clock was surprised to hear the news and exclaimed, "Forever? Never!" 
1 he Dictionary felt so forlorn that for once he hadn't a word to say. The Spectator 
nodded mournfully at the Outlook, and the Century looked double its age. The book- 
shelves groaned, while the profound silence of all the books spoke volumes concerning 
their sorrow. 

1 his will not, however, be the last opportunity for the book-loving public to inspect 
and enjoy this rare treasure, for arrangements have been made for a yearly special exhibit 
of this volume in the State Library. 




\(^ HERE is Music at our house. When we first wake in the morning, 
yes, even before we are awake, we hear it, and again at noon and 
at night. Sometimes it is the Boy playing, steady, patient, plod- 
ding Music, and sometimes the Girl, hurriedly, happily, more 
carelessly. We study by the Music in the evening. It is the Boy's 
turn first. He plays the March Piece, the old stand-by that we 
have heard every day for two terms. We begin to tap on the floor with our toes, and 
grind out Latin in "one, two, three, four," time. There — it is the eighth measure from 
the first, and we stop long enough for the Boy to make the usual mistake and the usual 
correction, and on we march again. We trudge laboriously thru his finger exercises and 
scales, and at last on to the new lesson ; slowly and falteringly we go at first, then over 
and over the notes in more connected fashion, until we begin to get the swing of a new 
Piece. And soon back we go, in triumph, to the March Piece, and on thru some of the 
other old ones, keeping time to the Music, now and then, as the Boy grinds it out. But 
at last he stops and we know that the Girl has finished the dishes. We wait for her to 
gather up the Boy's thick, worn book, and arrange her own neat sheets on the rack. She 
too will play the March Piece first, rushing thru it pell-mell and without the notes, proud 
of the careless way she can look off from the keys as she plays. Finger exercises and 
lesson are finished in no time, and she plays over all her old Pieces for the rest of the 
hour. We take up our literature and try to fit the next day's poem to them. Now we 
skip thru the lines in easy rhythm, now more slowly, more uncertain. There are measures 
where we always stop over our book long enough to beat time for her, or hum the tune 
at the place where she makes the discord. One Piece is happy and laughing, and when 
she plays it, our poem is happy too; and one is quiet and sleepy, and the poem is restful; 
but one Piece brings an aching, tired feeling, with visions of a darkened room and the 
odor of sweet smelling flowers, and our book is forgotten while we look back and remem- 
ber the week the Girl learned to play that Piece. But gradually we become aware of 
a deep stillness settling over us, and we feel a strange vacancy in that room below. Then, 
hastily, we take up our psychology again, and begin to study, for the Boy and the Girl 
have finished practising. 

Ruth E. Porter. 




The Adventure of the Yellow Stain 

(A hitherto unpublished adventure of Sherlocl^ Holmes). 

In looking over the records of Holmes' cases during our American tour, I find only 
one of much interest. During our stay in Chicago, Holmes and I were sitting in our 
rooms at the Auditorium hotel one morning, talking over the possibilities for one of his 
peculiar ability if he specialized in crime in that great city, when we heard a knock at 
the door and a messenger boy entered with a telegram for Holmes. 

"I wonder what this is," he said, tearing open the yellow envelope. He glanced 
it over, and handed it to me. The dispatch read as follows: 

"Something unusual has occurred. Please come to De Kalb if possible. John W. 

"Where is De Kalb and who is John W. Cook?" I asked. 

"Look up De Kalb on the map, will you Watson?" said Holmes, taking a thick 
red volume from a shelf, "while I look through 'Who's Who in America.' Cook, John 
Williston — this must be the one — President Northern 111. State Normal School — 
Address, De Kalb, 111. Now how about De Kalb?" 

"Here it is," said I. "About fifty miles West of Chicago, on the Chicago and 
Northwestern Railway." 

"Let me see" said Holmes, picking up a time card. "The next train leaves here 
at 12:30 and arrives at De Kalb at 2:30. It is now just twenty-eight minutes after 
eleven. Watson, what do you say to running out to De Kalb and looking the affair up? 
It may prove a wild goose chase, but it promises to be interesting, and in any case will 
be better than stagnating here. 

"Nothing would suit me better," I replied. "We will have time to get our lunch at 
the depot." 

Holmes disappeared into his room, and emerged a minute later carrying a hand bag. 
We took the elevated to the Northwestern station, and were soon rolling across the Illi- 
nois prairies toward De Kalb. Dr. Cook met us as we got off the train with his auto- 
mobile, and took us to his house, a large red brick mansion with an imposing Greek 
portico. He ushered us into his private study and invited us to be seated. 

"I perceive," said Holmes, "that you repair your own automobile, use a typewriter, 
and had chicken for dinner." 

"You are right in all these particulars," said Dr. Cook, "but I must confess that I 
do not follow your line of reasoning." 

"I know that you repair your own auto," said Holmes, "because you have a small 
spot of lubricant on your nose, which you must have got by crawling under the machine 
to make repairs." 

"I did have some trouble," Dr. Cook admitted; 

"I know from the appearance of your finger tips that you use a typewriter, and the 
spot of chicken gravy on your vest tells me that you had chicken this noon. I have made 
a special study of gravy stains, and have even been guilty of a monograph on the sub- 
ject, as gravy is one of the things most likely to be spilled on the clothing, and it is often 
of the utmost importance in detection to know what a man had for his last meal. Pray 
proceed with your story." 

"This morning about ten o'clock" said Dr. Cook, "Mr. Shoop, our head janitor, 
noticed, while he was dusting the woodwork in the hall, a large brown stain behind one 



of the radiators which proved to be from a quid of tobacco. Several of the students saw 
it while Mr. Shoop was scrubbing it up, and it is probably known to a large part of 
the school already. In order to save our reputation it is absolutely necessary to detect 
the offender and make an example of him. I cannot understand" continued Dr. Cook 
with some agitation, "how any of our boys could do such a thing. I hope the blame can 
be fixed upon som.e outsider, but I fear it can not, as there was no one in the building 
except students at the time. 

"Does Mr. Shoop chew?" asked Holmes. 

"My dear Mr. Holmes" cried Dr. Cook, "it is preposterous to suppose that he 
could do such a thing." 

"It is a possibility," Holmes replied, "and all possibilities, however improbable, 
must be taken into account. Who were the young men who watched Mr. Shoop clean 
up the stain, and what other persons were in the building this morning?" 

"Mr. Love and Mr. Kays watched him. Two others, Johnston and Holm, were 
in the building at the time. Several others had left a short time before." 

"What were their names?" asked Holmes. 

"Tyrrell, Givens, Woodburn, McGrath, and Johnson," replied Dr. Cook. 

"I think that is all," said Holmes, writing the names in his pocket book. "I am 
ready to look over the ground now." 

We climbed into the automobile, and in a few minutes slowed down in front of the 
Normal, which looked like a transplanted castle in the midst of terraces and newly planted 
shrubbery. We entered and found ourselves in a long corridor which extended the entire 
length of the building. The most noticeable thing in its appearance was its extreme clean- 
liness and tidiness. 

We walked toward the West end of the long hall, and turned into a small passage 
with a stair running up the side which led to a door at the rear of the building. Here 
Dr. Cook paused beside a steam radiator. 

"This is the place where the stain was found" said he. "I had Mr. Shoop scrub 
it up, as it did not occur to me to send for you until afterwards." 

"I see that the floor has been scrubbed, and that a number of people have walked 
over it since morning. In fact, no step has been neglected which would make the detec 
tion of the guilty person difficult. I hope however, that I can make something out of 
what traces there are left." 

As he spoke a man stepped around the corner. He was above middle height, was 
rather stout, wore spectacles, and had his hair arranged in two precise curls. 

"Howdy do," said he, turning to me, "I suppose you are Mr. Sherlock Holmes." 

"No," I replied, "this is my friend Mr. Holmes, I am Dr. Watson." 

"Gentlemen," said Dr. Cook, "this is Mr. Shoop, the superintendent of the build- 

"Glad to meet you gentlemen," said Mr. Shoop heartily. "I suppose you have this 
thing all figured out by this time." 

"No," replied Holmes, "We have just arrived on the spot, and have not had time 
to look over the evidence yet. But I would like to hear your account of everything that 
took place. Do not omit any details, however unimportant they may seem." 

Mr. Shoop told his story, giving essentially the same facts as Dr. Cook had given. 

"I think that is all," said Holmes when he had finished. "If you will kindly stand 
aside, I will examine the passage to see what I can find." 

He pulled a powerful lens out of his pocket, went down on his hands and knees, 
and began to examine the floor with the most minute and easer attention, muttering to 
himself as he found anything that pleased or displeased him. The floor was hard marble 
mosaic and had been scrubbed since morning, but although Dr. Cook and Mr. Shoop 



looked on skeptically, I knew from his occasional grunts of satisfaction that he was at 
least finding clues, if not hot on the trail. He followed the invisible tracks out into the hall, 
and turned toward the Biological laboratory, but after going a few feet he stopped and 
began to examine the floor and part of the wall with the utmost care. Suddenly he gave 
a little cry of satisfaction, and I knew that he had found something important. He then 
again stooped to his hands and knees, and followed the trail nearly half way down the 
hall, where he turned into an open doorway. 

"This, I presume," he said to Dr. Cook, who had followed him, "is the ladies' 
cloak room." 

"Yes," said Dr. Cook, "this is one of them, the other is across the hall." 

Holmes examined a considerable portion of the floor both inside and outside the 
door, and then started back up the hall, gazing abstractedly at the ceiling. Suddenly 
he smiled, and I knew that he had hit upon a solution, and that it amused him. 

"Have you found any clues?" asked Dr. Cook. 

"Oh — I beg your pardon?" said Holmes, coming cut of his fit of abstraction 
with a start. Dr. Cook repeated the question. 

"I think I am on the right track," Holmes replied, "but I shall have to corroborate 
my theory with further evidence before I can be sure." He walked through the swinging 
door into the small vestibule at the end of the passage, and examined it carefully. "Where 
do these doors lead?" he asked. 

"One opens into the laboratory and the other into the fan room downstairs," replied 
Dr. Cook. 

"And the sidewalk outside?" 

"That leads to the manual training shop and the engine room," said Dr. Cook. 

"Then it does not extend around the building and back to the road by which we 
came?" asked Holmes. 

"The walk doesn't go clear around, but we can go around the engine room or 
through the shop," said Mr. Shoop. 

"Then let us go that way," said Holmes. "I would hke to go in first and see what 
I can make of it." He stepped in when Mr. Shoop unlocked the door, and stooped to 
examine the floor in one or two places. When he arose I saw a gleam of satisfaction 
in his eye. 

"Let us go on around this way," he said. "This httle problem seems somewhat 
interesting, and I think I will remain here over night to see it through." 

"Have you discovered a clue to the guilty person?" asked Dr. Cook. 

"There is still some work to be done before I can say with accuracy," said Holmes. 
"I shall make my headquarters at the Glidden House downtown, and if anything turns 
up you can notify me there." 

"But you and Dr. Watson are to stay at my house tonight," said Dr. Cook. "Mrs. 
Cook will have everything prepared, and will be very much disappointed if you do not 

"I am sorry that I cannot take advantage of your hospitality," said Holmes. "Please 
express my regrets to Mrs. Cook. I wish to do a little investigating on my own account, 
and would like to preserve my incognito. I am sure, however, that Dr. Watson will be 
glad to take advantage of your offer." 

I was somewhat put out at being left out of the most exciting part of the adventure, 
but swallowed my disappointment and thanked Dr. Cook for his kindness. Accordingly 
I whizzed down one road in the automobile while Holmes trudged down the other. 

I spent a very pleasant and enjoyable evening with Dr. Cook. He proved a most 
interesting host, and entertained me at dinner with most amusing anecdotes of his exper- 
iences as a teacher, the success of some of his former pupils, and of other famous Ameri- 



can educators. He excused himself soon after supper on the plea of pressing work, 
after placing his library at my disposal. 

I tried to read, but found myself puzzling over the strange affair which had so 
unexpectedly brought us out from Chicago. I tried to apply my friend's methods, but 
without success. I finally fell asleep that night to dream that I was attending the Normal, 
that I had been guilty of the crime, and that Holmes was running me down. 

The next morning after breakfast Dr. Cook and I were discussing the possible out- 
come of the case, when I noticed through the window a tall young man turn up the walk 
leading to the house. He was dressed in light-colored peg tops, with his hands thrust 
deep into the pockets, a blue coat, and yellow oxfords, and wore a bright green hat 
tilted over his eyes. A minute later the door bell rang and Dr. Cook stepped to the 
door. "How do you do" I heard him say, "Is there anything — Why — how do you 
do, Mr. Holmes. I hardly expected to see you in this strange guise. You have been 
investigating, I suppose. Have you met with any success?" 

"I have had a rather interesting time," replied Holmes, as he stepped in to where 
I could examine his preposterous costume, "and although the affair has had no difficult 
features, it has been a nice little problem in determining the motives and accounting for 
the remarkable actions of a young man in love." 

"Have you found the culprit?" asked Dr. Cook anxiously. 

"I have," replied Holmes. "But I see that you are somewhat interested in my 
methods, and perhaps you would rather hear my investigations and deductions in their 
proper order, instead of working from the result backwards." 

"I should be glad to," replied Dr. Cook, but somewhat impatiently. 

"I had found no definite theory," Holmes continued, "when I got to the building. 
It is always a capital mistake to theorize before the facts of the case are at hand. I 
immediately began to examine the foot prints on the floor." 

"But Mr. Holmes," interrupted Dr. Cook, "it is beyond my comprehension how 
you could see any marks at all. The floor is hard marble, and had been scrubbed a short 
time before you saw it." 

"It is merely a matter of careful observation of the most minute details," replied 
Holmes. "I have trained myself to be a careful observer. These foot prints then, told 
me that only one person besides you and Mr. Shoop had approached near enough to the 
radiator to lean over it. This simplified the problem, as it was only necessary to discover 
the identity of that person. He had come from the hall directly up to the radiator, 
deposited his chew behind it, and walked directly out into the hall again. He then 
walked a few steps toward the laboratory door, where he met a young lady, with whom 
he talked for a considerable length of time, judging from the number of prints on the 
Hoor. 1 his furnished a motive for the crime. He wished to talk with her, but was 
afraid she would discover what he had in his mouth if he did not get nd of it. I also 
found on the wall, where he had been leaning against it, marks which must have been 
made by a coatsleeve trimmed on the edges with a kind of braid or tape. I knew from 
the length of his stride that he was about six feet tall. 

I next followed the young lady's tracks to the cloak room. She had waited near 
the door for some time, and then had gone out. It occurred to me that the young man 
must have made an engagement to walk home with her, but, troubled by a guilty con- 
science, had either forgotten or had been afraid to come back. Upon examining the 
vestibule back of the passage I found that our tall friend had gone out that way and had 
presently returned with another young man. They probably saw Mr. Shoop through 
the crack in the door, however, and knew that the crime was discovered, for they turned, 
beat a hasty retreat through the workshop, and went home. 



My next step, after I left you, was to assume this disguise, in which I could mingle 
with the young men of the school until I found one who would answer the description of 
our tall friend. I pretended to be a new student looking for lodgings, and got acquainted 
with some of the boys at the Culver house. I found out from them that the tall fellow 
who wears a coat trimmed with tape on the edges is named Woodburn." 

"Then Woodburn is guilty," ejaculated Dr. Cook. 

"I also found," Holmes continued, "that the young lady lives at the Kilmer club, 
and that Woodburn had gone to see her after supper, probably to account for his deser- 
tion of this morning. When I visited the Kilmer Club and found that they had quarreled, 
but had later made up, I considered my theory proven." 

"Mr. Holmes," cried Dr. Cook, "this is truly wonderful." 

"It was really a very simple problem," said Holmes. "But I would hke to interview 
Woodburn and ask him a few questions." 

Dr. Cook stepped to the telephone, and in a few minutes the bell rang and Wood- 
burn was ushered in. 

"Mr. Woodburn" said Holmes, sternly, "Why didn't you get rid of that tobacco 
juice before you came into the building?" 

Woodburn turned deathly pale, and for an instant I thought he was going to faint, 
but he quickly recovered himself. 

"Ward bet me the treats," said he, "that I didn't have the nerve to take a chew 
into the building with me, so I did it. Then I met Leah in the hall, and I didn't want 
none of that tobacco in my mouth when I was talking with her, so I left it behind the 
radiator. I am truly sorry for what I have done, and I intend to leave school and go to 
the backwoods somewhere, where I can begin life over again and try to do better." 

"My boy," said Holmes, kindly, "we all make mistakes at times, even the best of 
us. But Watson, it is nearly time for us to catch the train." 

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Normal years go all too fast. 

Emma Emmert. 



The Griffins and the Owl 

The great castle of learning was completed. Every tower loomed grandly against 
the setting sun ; every weather-vane pointed windward, the grinning gargoyles looked down 
upon the grass beneath with unfathomable eyes. And now the lord of the castle had 
come to view the finished work. 

"It is indeed a noble structure fit for its great purpose, but it must be different from 
all other castles. Let us surmount its turrets with symbols of its purpose." 

1 hen spake he to the master sculptor, "Make me a statue that v/ill be an emblem 
of the work which we will here accomplish." 

Long pondered the master sculptor; then took he a rough stone, and hewed and 
chiseled and hammered. At last he had wrought an uncouth, upright figure which was 
neither animal nor human, and yet might be either. 

" This," he said to his lord, "Is a symbol of the youth when they shall first come to 
this castle, their minds unformed, their characters not yet shaped. No one can tell what 
they were meant to be nor what they will yet become." 

I hen said his lord, "Make me many of these. We will station them on the turrets 
and towers." And he called them griffins. Then took the sculptor another stone and 
from this wrought the figure of the bird that since Minerva's time has always been asso- 
ciated with wisdom. Then was his lord well pleased. "This owl shall symbolize our 
youth after they have been trained in our noble halls," and he placed it in the position 
of honor over the Beautiful Gate. 

Launa Thompson. 



The owl above the gateway gray. 
With lifted wings and staring eyes. 
Restless seems, about to speak. 
"To wit, to whit, to whoo," he cries. 

"The sturdy Griffins have been praised, 
Till now no rival have they had; 
A revolution now has come, — 
To me high honor has been paid. 

Earth-wide my fame shall now be spread, 

At home, abroad, renown I'll win, 

For every Senior after this 

Will wear my image on his pin." 

Annie King. 





EAR Lady of the North Wind, with your slender silver crescent 
and pale wind-tossed hair, they say you are to come again this 
year, bringing with you once more your tram of golden mem- 
ories of happy schooltime. We know that you are awaited 
with eager impatience and your coming will be hailed with joy 
by those of whose deeds you bring the record. Yet we, whose schooltime lies in days 
gone by, know that they who await you now can be no more eager for you than were we, 
and their greetings no more sincere than were ours in former days. And well we know, 
too, that cur joy in you has grown deeper as time has carried us farther from those days. 
Nothing is so potent in recalling old friends and old scenes as a glance into the records 
of the past years which you have left with us. Many a moment, half glad, half sad, have 
we spent in turning their pages and musing on things once familiar but now hazy in mem- 
ory. And we, whose special privilege it was to gather the facts and fiction of our own 
year for your books, have long since forgotten the long, hard hours of toil and the dis- 
appointments they cost us, and regret only that we did not toil harder and think with 
fresher thought. So, dear Lady of the North Wind, give to the class of this year deeds 
that they will be proud to record and a record worthy of their deeds. Bring to them a 
book that will be for many years a chronicle of happy memories and true and lasting 

Mary V. Carney. 



The Alumni Games 

A famous preacher once said that all of man's actions are guided by one of three 
motives, fear, duty, or love. It is due to the dynamic power of the latter that scores 
of the Alumni flock back to their reunion in October. But what shall we say of the 
smaller gathering held each year in January? Then it is that Duty, with a stern brow, 
unrelentingly points the way for a round dozen of the faithful band to don the familiar 
old suits and prance around the gymnasium for the extreme edification of the present 
Normalites. Then it is that Fear makes them stand silent before the talkative present 
teams. It is not theirs to question why or make reply. They play their game of basket 
ball with a determination to get it over as quickly as possible. When the game ends 
they look for sympathy at least. They are told that they have grown stout and that in 
action they resemble the threshing machine. 

But now that Duty has done her work it is pleasant to talk over the scores of former 
years. Father Time has not dealt harshly with us after all, and the Fates were kind 
enough to let the Alumni girls win by one point. We are proud that we once played on 
the Normal teams! We are proud that we once beat the Alumni! We are proud of 
the present teams! May the best games they have ever seen be the worst of those still 
to come! 

The Alumni who responded to Duty's call on January the twenty-third were: 
Elva Lundberg, Alvin Farr, 

Ruth Earle, Donald Kays, 

Mabel Olsen, Irvin Madden, 

Edith Hamilton, Warren Madden, 

Irene Gushing, William Cornell, 

Olive Swift, James Ackert, 

Maud Mallin, Joseph Walker. 

New Clothes 

With a rattle and a clatter comes the old-clothes man, 
A-dnving thru the streets of Alumni Land, 

Early in September with his noisy cart he goes. 

Carrying away the old Normal clothes. 
Garments of the schooldays, worn thru many a fray. 
Like a broken war steed now are cast away. 

Thotless Alumni, why will ye part 

From the robes that should be dearest to the heart? 
And they all make answer in their manner grand, 
"We're going visiting back to Normal land. 

And back there at Normal, as every one knows. 

Alumni never did go without new clothes." 
So with swishing and with rustling the Alumni band 
Come sweeping down the corridors of Normal Land. 

Dazzled by their glory, dumb with awe and fear. 

The Normalites forget to say, "How glad we are you're here! " 
1 remble not, O student, for bye-and-bye some day. 
You'll be as reckless with the first month's pay; 

For the height of all the splendor which the teacher knows 

Is coming back to Normal in "brand new " clothes. 

Inga Arntzen. 




Mabel Carney is an enthusiast. She manifested this characteristic quality as a 
student as soon as she had settled down to her duties in the Northern Illinois State Normal 
School, which she entered on September 23, 1901. She had graduated two months 
before from the Marseilles High School at sixteen years of age, taking the four-year 
course in three years. She was, therefore, one of the youngest pupils in school. All 
of her work was done with that spirit of ardor and zest which is never exhibited unless 
the work is thoroughly enjoyed. Every day seemed to her a delight; every recitation a 
privilege; every added increment of knowledge a treasure. It is sure that no one of her 
teachers will ever forget her. 

After she had been live terms in school the Board of Directors of a certain district 
in Putnam County came to De Kalb to secure a teacher. They had a way of getting 
the best and paying for it. It was determined to recommend Miss Carney for the posi- 
tion and she was promptly employed. And thus it was she began her notable career as 
a country school teacher. She organized not only the school but also the community, and 
the two groups worked together enthusiastically as essential parts of a genuine educational 
institution. Her influence may be estimated from an article in The Independent from 
which the following quotation is made: 

"The insight of the principal of the Western IlHnois State Normal School soon 
discovered this teacher of the new order and made her the supervisor of a model country 
school, as an intergral part of the work in solving the problems of country schools in Illi- 
nois. A formerly dilapidated country school two miles from the Normal School, is the 
present scene of her immediate efforts. In the Summer Term of the present year seventy 
teachers came to learn of her. On July 1 8th these county teachers organized themselves 
into The Country Teachers' Association of Illinois, of which Miss Carney is president, 
and so far as is known, the only one of its kind in this country." 

As is indicated only a portion of the article is here presented. It touches the high- 
water mark of appreciation but is in all ways just. 

Not long since I visited her school and found it in its leading characteristics genu- 
inely ideal. The basement made an excellent shop for bench work. A piano and pictures 
furnish the art element to the little schoolroom. At the close of the school, on the day 
of my visit, a cantata was excellently rendered, the pupils being assisted by former pupils 
and a few outsiders, the whole constituting their local club, which meets for mutual im- 
provement at the schoolhouse at regular periods. Space limitations forbid any elabora- 
tion of her school scheme. She has demonstrated that it is possible to make a country 
school in every way equal to the best town schools and better than most, by the utiliza- 
tion of the educative features of the country life. 

As has been said. Miss Carney left the Normal School at De Kalb before her 
graduation, but she completed the course in absence and received her diploma at last 
Christmas time. Her fame has gone abroad and she is greatly in demand as a lecturer 
on the country-school question. She is an excellent speaker and her earnestness and en- 
thusiasm are contagious. She has been awarded a scholarship in Teachers' College and 
is destined to fine eminence in the field of modern education. 



Some Day 

HERE'S a marvelous day awaiting me. 
Rich m treasure I've stored aM^ay, 
Treasure of joys for the present foregone — 
The thmgs that I'm going to do — some 

Long, very long, must that fair day be. 

For in wonderful lands far away. 
Lands in strange climes that I'm longing to see. 

These lands I shall wander in — some day. 

All the deep wealth of books, the rich poet lore 
For which these burdened days may not stay, 

As its warm, sweet hours travel slowly along, 
I shall leisurely revel in — some day. 

The music that now I but feel in my soul 

I shall easily, joyously play. 
For my fingers, then skilled, shall have power 
to express 

Its wonderful melodies — some day. 

And its lingering golden hours shall give chance 
Claims of friendship and love to obey ; 

The kindness these o'erfull days must omit 
Shall with a glad grace be done — some day. 

Dreams shall come true and ideals be attained 
That we have been striving toward alway ; 

A harmonious peace shall fill the glad hours 
Of that treasure-fraught day we call — 
some day. 

Mae Foster. 



The Song of Ni It Ta Ah 

A^. /. T. A. at Rockford, Oct. 1908. 

In the valley of Rock River, 
In the land of Winnebago, 
3y the pleasant fields and forests. 
Dwelt the great chief Ow Je Kernwa. 
All around him lived the children. 
And around him he would see them. 
Green in Summer, green m Winter, 
Greener than the grass m Sprmgtime. 
He could see them in his visits, 
To the many different tepees. 
In answer to his signals 
And of other chieftains with him. 
The wise men gathered round him. 
And among them were some others 
Who could tell of many wise things; 
How the little brown papooses. 
In their homes on the Kishwaukee, 
Learned about the streams and valleys. 
From their teacher Weller-tal-wun ; 
Learned about the mighty warrior. 
In the land far south and westward. 
Who had run for miles unnumbered. 
And had kicked a block before him. 
And another rose among them, 
Berrycookum, they all called her, — 
Told them how to make the porridge. 
How at home they made the porridge; 
How they took the maize ears golden. 
That were gathered by Kishwaukee, 
Mixed them with the clear, cool water, 
And stirred it with a wooden paddle; 
How at banquets in the village. 
When the natives came and feasted. 
She would make a dinner for them. 
One big chief there was among them, 
Fred-la-more-wis his name was; 
Told them of the wondrous secret; 
How to make the maize ears bigger. 
Big as trunks of oaks to grow them; 
Made known to the Winnebagoes, 
All the art of agriculture. 

Nellie James Schell. 


Alumni Jester 


NO. I. 

Ediior-in-chief — 

MADELEINE WADE MILNER, F. R. S. B. W.; A.H.J. (Fdlon, of the Royal Society 
of Book Worms; Authorhy on High Jir.l^s.) 
Assislanl Editors — The Three Supes : 

MARX HOLT, N. B. P. (Nissl Body Personified.) 

JOSEPH WARREN MADDEN, H. M. M. K. (High Monkey Monk of Kingston.) 

HENRY RAY PUFFER, S. B. O. M. (Small, But Oh My.) 

The new edition of the Alumni Jester is in- 
tended for a reference work for the use of both 
students and alumni. Students in need of ad- 
vice may profit by the mistakes as well as the 
successes of former students. The articles have 
been selected with this end in view. They con- 
sist almost entirely of articles by the editors on 
each other and interpolations and emendations by 
the Norther Board — which the reader can 
doubtless determine for himself. The editor-in- 
chief IS eminently qualified for her job. She 
is in a belter position for observing returning 
alumni and alumnae (or at least their new hats 
when they are so large as to obscure other parts 
of their persons) than any one else we know of. 

The assistant editors are all well known spe- 
cialists m the lines in which they write. Mr. 
Madden, who promised to contribute an 
article* on "Spoiled Darlings," has had the best 
preparation to prepare such an article. Mr. 
Holt is a well known authority on Nissl bodies, 
as well as on systematics. Mr. Puffer's qualifi- 
cations for preparing his article on "The Court- 
ship of a Cautious Man" can hardly be ques- 
tioned. With these distinguished persons at the 
helm, we cannot but express our assurance that 
this edition of the "Alumni Jester" will meet 
with unqualified success and will give universal 
satisfaction. Norther Board. 

*"Asleep at the switch." 



Alumni Portfolios 

Portraits of all the graduates of the Northern 
Illino:s State Normal School. Published by the 
Northern Illinois State Normal School. Large 
folio bound in three quarter brown leather. 
Limited edition. Two volumes already issued; 
third almost ready to go to press. Value in- 
estimable; will increase with lime. 

These portraits include those of all the leading 
lights of the educational world and are all re- 
markably good likenesses. Some of these pictures 
were exceedingly hard to get and duplicates are 
out of the question, making the work a unique OTie. 
It comes from the private press of the Northern 
Illinois State Normal School and without doubt 
is one of the most important art works issued in 
years. In the future this wonderful collection 
of photographs will compare in value and inter- 
est to Mrs. Jarley's famous wax works in Lon- 
don, and people will flock from all quarters of 
the globe to see how these celebrities looked in 
their early days. 

Malta Is Taken 

The Rustic Village of Malta, most noble 
counterpart of that other illustrious Mediter- 
ranean Malta, famous for its burning rocks, has 
been captured from the forces anti-scholastic and 
non-progressive. One Ray Puffer, trained to 
Educational Warfare in the N. I. S. N. S., 


has taken by storm in a single day this seeming- 
ly impregnable fortress. 


Progressive education throughout our entire 
land is lost in awe and admiration of the psy- 
cho'ogical, pedagogical and unwavering rasthods 
used by the brilliant, blonde and belligerent 
Puffer. When the capture is complete and 
secure. Puffer's leadership will be demanded in 
other fields equally dangerous and vital to 
scho'astic progress. Our prayer is that he may 
be kept humble and spared to these greater 

Nissl Bodies At Work 

Although the existence of Nissl bodies is by 
no means a new scientific discovery, it has re- 
mained for the famous bacteriologist, Newell 

Darrow Gilbert, to demonstrate their practical 
commercial value. It was not until the spores 
from the famous "Cultures of 1908" had been 
distributed from the Gilbert laboratories at De 
Kalb that the world began to sit up and take 

Filled with the Everlasting Yes — and — No, 
Mr. Gilbert knew no rest until he had start'ed 
the world with the discovery that this new bacil- 
lus was neither a pachyderm nor an echinoderm, 
but was a species of the recently identified bat- 
tygerm. This remarkable announcement so 
revolutionized the science of poptics as to inter- 
fere with the distribution of the specially pre- 
pared cultures technically known as alumnae. 

Some of ihe most noteworthy investiga'.ions in 
Nisslology have been pursued at Newark, where 
Charles E. Holley is director of a sub-laboratory 
and experiment station. Many of the most 
vigorous spores used in starting the cultures here 
were brought from De Kalb by Miss Elizabeth 
Bascom Powers, who has made her experiments 
with Nissl bodies the talk of Kendell County so 
much that the farmers have gone to raising them 
to the neglect of other live stock and garden 

Of all the experiments in Nissl culture t e 
mOit remarkable are undoubtedly those of Misi 
Mae Foster, who set out Nissl slips in th? 
"Child's Garden of Verses " at Oak Park. Be- 
yond the fact that she harvested a crop of 
limericks and hardy iambic pentameter couplets, 
Miss Foster is not yet ready to publish the re- 
sults of her experiment. All interested are im- 
patiently awaiting t'e first authoritative bulletin. 

The hardihood of Nissl bodies under adverse 
conditions has been demonstrated by Mr. Bert 
Kays, who raised "some " crop on the deserts 
of New Mexico, and by Miss Anna Brakel of 
Boise, who writes: "At first I feared that the 
cold winter would kill the Nissl bodies I planted 
in prepared nervous systems, but they seemed to 
like it. This spring I have been fesding them 
hot air and they think it's great." All her 
acquaintances will agree that M ss Brakel should 
be able to raise prize Nissis for the county 

We are unable for lack of space to give the 
investigations of all the prominent experimenters, 
but we quote from some of them the follow- 
ing: — 

Ray Puffer: "Good for the Botany class. 
Before I fed them Nissl bodies they had dif- 
ficulty in drawing the Isopyrum biternatum on 
page 93, but now they not only faultlessly por- 
tray the I. B., but they have become expert at 
drawing the horsemen coming over the hill in 
the background. P. S. I sing in the choir now, 
and she still writes, but I have not yet found 
the objective for the high power microscope on 
the organ." 



Prof. W. Madden: "They seem to like the 
Kingston Supe." (Yes, Warren, consomme is 
what they need.) 

Jennie E. Schnebly: "Don't need 'em." 

Maude Mallin: " I like 'em!" 

Dutch Walthers: "Uh — huh. Say, got any 

Esta Kendel: "No no no!" 

Marx Hoh: "I am inoculating all of Kirk- 


The Unexpected Happens 


The Palace of Sweets, an Episode in ihe Vaca- 
tion Camp of School Ma'ams. 

Our camp was christened, by outsiders, the 
"Palace of Sweets, " and each camper was con- 
sidered as a "Confection " and had her special 
name. There was the "Chocolate Drop," our 
"Motherkins," the "Lemon Drop, " the "All- 
day-sucker, " "Taffy, " five a yard but short 
measure, "Marshmallow, " our n'intlmate friend 
Emmy Lou and the "Opera Stick, " the "Fat 
Lady, in spite of her — industry (?). 

In the first place, the Palace of Sweets was 
in possession of the Amazons, but what need 
had we of men? For the hewing of wood for 
the big fire-place, for the drawing of water from 
the distant spring, for the designing and execu- 
tion of unbelievably delectable dishes, for the 
final and satisfactory settlement of all questions, 
political, educational, ethical, and phiio-oo'ical 
for the plucking of turtles from the water pail 
and angle worms from the sugar bowl, we were 
all sufficient. 

One of our few associates was our next door 
neighbor, an excellent lady for the lending of 
ginger for the brewing of a certain tea, much 
recommended by physicians for ailments com- 
monly induced when our Motherkins and the 
Lemon Drops were the cooks. In fact this was 
a most estimable lady, despite the circumstance 
that she had two sons. These latter, persons of 
discriminating intellect have already associal-d 
with the before mentioned turtles and angle 

Being exceedingly methodical people we did 
our work in shifts. My partner was the All- 
day-sucker and for some reason we were con- 

sidered a lazy pair. I well remember on one 
occasion we had a most elaborate dinner and, 
since it was not our turn to wash dishes, we were 
feeling very complacent. But when our Mother- 
kins turned to us and began to pity us, such is 
the power of suggestion, we immediately began 
to pity ourselves, and, at the close of the meal, 
we at once went to work at the dishes. We, the 
lazy ones! Contrary to their usual custom, the 
rest of the family disappeared from the palace 
directly. Suddenly, in the midst of the primeval 
chaos of our kitchen, a stupendous thought oc- 
curred to us. It was not our turn to wash dishes! 
Leaving things as they were, we immediately 
sought the others, discovering them sitting upon 
the ground, with tears rolling down their cheeks, 
holding their sides, distorting their faces, and 
even shrieking. The lazy ones caught at last! 
Henceforth we shared the name of All-day- 

The Opera Siiclj;. 

Contributors' Column 

I am wondering if it really pays to be bash- 
ful in a normal school. 1 missed practically all 
of the joy of my first year by this fault. 1 still 
mourn my loss. The fun in the last two years 
does not compensate me for what 1 might have 
had when I was a Freshman. 

Donald Kays. 

Is it better to be a "steady" during your 
course at Normal or not? I always was but 
when I think of William Steohen Cornell anJ 
his career since leaving school, I wonder if I 
made a mistake. 

Irrvin Madden. 

For the benefit of future generations of Nor- 
mal boys I want to give a little of my ex- 
perience. Don't try to pick out a girl the first 
year, nor even the fall term of your senior year. 
Think long and rerious'y on this important mat- 
ter and at the end of the winter term or begin- 
ning of the spring term reach a decision, then 
enjoy yourself. It's sure to last during the sum- 
mer at least. You gel practice in letter writing 
and thinos are on a more solid foundation ft^an 
when you begin before you really know what 
vou want. I am very sure it's better to go slow. 
I did and am plad of it, and advise you all lo 
do the same. Here's to you. Boys! 

H. Ray Puffer. 

When troubled by profanity of children take 
one ounce of pure lar soap, powder fine and 



sprinkle gently on a single toolh brush. Apply 
vigorously to parts affected. 

M. Holt Co. 

None genuine without this signature. 

Helps and hints to primary teachers who are 
troubled with pupils counting on fingers. You 
won't teach without it when you have it. One 
bottle will last a lifetime. 

/. W. Madden & Co. 

Anna Dobbin, '06, is studying for a doctor's 
degree in agriculture. She is doing the ex- 
perimental part of her work on her ranch in 
Montana. We may hear of her taking a degree 
in matrimony, for she is in a dangerous neighbor- 

Westward Ho ! 

One Dorothy, B. Bockius, she 
Fitted herself a teacher to be; 

But decided against the girl or boy 
Reared on the plains of Illinois. 

So armed with a diploma, 
And a new dress or two. 

She started out west 

To see what she could do. 

A school was secured 

Without the least trouble, 

But very early in the term 
She began to see double. 

This defect in her vision 

Continued to grow 
And the rest of my story 

Most of you know. 

The news of her marriage 

Came back to the East 
And worked like the germ 

In self-ris:ng yeast. 

Our young maids and old 

Are showing much zest 
In makmg their plans 

For teaching out west. 

Those already there 

Now number a score 
And thore who are going 

Are twice that and more. 

You'll hardly believe 

What the gossips do say, 

But the last to lay plans 

Is our own Margaret Wray. 

She wishes to join 

Misses Brakel and Dunn, 
Or Heine, or Dobbin, 

Then make a "Home" run. 

The dashing Mae Foster 

Of others could tell. 
But she fears a grand ru-h 

Would abolish the spell. 

Extracts from a Letter from 
Bert Kays 

"I miss the Normal girls. I never thought I 
should miss more than one or two of them at a 
time, but I do miss them all. I looked forward 
with interest to seeing the cowboy girls of the 
plains, that we hear about, but they didn't prove 
up, and if I have seen any Cheyenne or Navajo 

girls they didn't look like their pictures. 

I enjoy the hours of study as much as ever. I 
plan my courses along the "line of least resist- 
ance. " "School Man " is deemed unnecessary 
here because neither the Mexicans nor the crawl- 
ing things of the desert have Nissl bodies and 
they are in a state of permanent fatigue and per- 
fect ventilation." 

Tacoraa, Wash., April 1909. 

The Jester, De Kalb, Illinois. 

"Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth 
speaketh, " and so, ins'.ead of dwelling on the 
glories of the "smiling west, " I must needs un- 
burden my mind concerning the burden of flesh 
that haunts me. If anyone thinks it a li^ht mat- 
ter to gain thirty pounds, let him go to Idaho to 
try for himself. Those thirty pounds! Going 
without meals and taking long horseback rides 
seemed only to add to them. No "senior worn 
and forlorn " ever studied Rosenkranz with greater 
motive and earnestness than I studied Anti-fat 
advertisements. I secretly longed for courage to 
take "Rengo, nature's great remedy for obesity — 
to be eaten like candy." But dark stories with 
pointed morals were told me of other foolish 
girls who had tried similar medicines "to ruina- 
tion of their health." After all, it is sad as well 
as amazing, to contemplate what a large number 
of people have friends who in turn have friends 
who knew a girl who took an anti-fat remedy 
and died from its baneful effects. 



Some said the thirty pounds were becoming — 
I do not harass myself concerning their con- 
sciences for I know how kmdly 'twas meant — 
others more frank than considerate, dimly hinted 
or openly suggested that I could "afford to lose 
a few pounds." I firmly agreed with the-e 
honest sentiments and wailed to the old lady who 
was so hollow she looked like a black ironing 
board, when she told me she'd rather see me 
stout and sensible than scrawny and silly like 
other girls: "But I'd rather be scrawny and silly 
like other girls than stout and sensible all alone." 

Being thoroughly disgusted with Idaho and all 
other places that have "altiludes" that produce 
flesh faster than a diet of corn and olive oil ever 
could, I came to Tacoma to sea level to have 
done forever with plateau countries — and the 
turn in the road came last week when I found 
myself ten pounds lighter than for months. And 
while as yet, dear friends, I am not become the 
"shred of humanity" to which Mr. Fveith loved 
to refer, still those absent ten pounds give me a 
sweet hope. "Arise, my soul, strain every nerve 
thy twenty pounds to remove! " 

And so with the cherry trees in bloom and the 
song of the robin in the air, even tho' I wait to 
lose twenty pounds, I'll sing in the words of the 
poet, Joseph Walker: 

"I'll try to be contented. 

Look happy and serene. 
Think not things are invented 

To throw me in a steam ; 
Be thankful I am living 

Tho' life's not one sweet dream." 

Sincerely yours, 

Anna H. Heine. 

A Midsummer Night's Dream of 
One of the Supes 

Two years ago, with some friends, I took up 
my abode in the little village of "Cranford 
where I remained until the "Twelfth Night" 
last year, when we decided to scarcefy our 
humble selves. Gathering our numerous An- 
nuals and other valuable articles of warfare we 
set forth to seek our separate fortunes together. 
Becoming drenched while in a "Tempest" we 
hastened to a neighboring farm house where, 

while seated around the open fire place, was told 
many a "Winter's Tale. " But, wishing to make 
the next village that night, as soon as the storm 
ceased we again set out. The road lay between 
two dark and gloomy fores'.s. Plodding careless- 
ly along we were startled by a voice crying 
"Hold." One of our party, a man of great 
presence of mind, spoke up, "As you like it, " 
which saved us for the moment at least. Imagine 
our surprise when our midnight speaker came 
nearer and was recognized as the new "Mer- 
chant of Venice." 

Honorary Degrees Recently 


(Devoted to the Wild and V/oolly West.) 


(A Banquet Orator.) 


(Bright and Sauc\).) 


(Happy in Michigan.) 

BERT KAYS, T. B. W. G. R. 

(Tired but Will Cel Rested.) 


(Cive Me Time and Til Cet There.) 


(Married, hut just the Same.) 

BESSIE McAllister, s. s. b. 

(She Stands B\).) 


(Master of Hearts.) 


(Oh What a Breeze!) 


(Happy Bride.) 

Many of the Alumnae are working towards 
this degree. 





10. — Woodburn and Johnson return early. Bill Johnsons 
melodious voice again resounds through the air. 

12. — Tyrrel falls down and bumps his knee. 

13. — A man needs seven hours sleep, a woman eight, a fool 
nine, and Givens ten. To which class do you belong? 

14. — Stewards work assiduously. Enrollment a great success. 
Somerfeldt tries to spoon with Buddy's girl. He is dis- 
gusted with De Kalb. 

Dr. McMurry and the Psychology class oversleep, but 
are only half an hour late at General Ex. 

Seats and program cards distributed in General Ex. Miss 
Foster gets hers. Tyrrell has shed his crutches. 

The Junior Biology students report that the Kishwaukee 
was smelled at the East end of the building today. 

Malta Supe is here visitmg schools. 

The Malta Supe is with us. The football boys have 
their first scrimmage. It is a warm day. 








-Mr. Givens spends the day with his friends at the Dadds 

-A queer odor and trouble at the Culver House. Some 
of the boys in the Biology class have brought crabs home 
with them. 

-Nothing special today. Everything seems dead, including 
the Kishwaukee. 

23. — Mr. Page's Auto celebrates its first anniversary. 

24. — Mark Kays spoke to a girl. 

25. — Preparations for football game and Society Reception. 

26. — Football game. The girls see twenty-lwo boys for fifteen 
cents (less than a cent a piece). Rochelle boys center of 
attraction at the reception. 

27. — Ellsworth spends the day with his friends at the Dadds 

30. — Boeckman thinks that Mr. Kellogg ought to be a good 
coach, because of his commanding voice. 



!. — Mr. Somerfeldt entertains the Kilmer Club girls. 
3. — The football boys go to Aurora. They came, they saw, 
and were conquered. Lawson breaks his neck, but not 
4. — Ward spends the day with his friend at the Dadd's House. 
Lawson can bend his neck two inches one way and three 
the other. 
5. — The football field is unpleasantly near the Kishwaukee 

River. Kellogg buys a new bottle of smelling salts. 
6. Floyd Love buys a new rug. He thinks it will come in 

handy when he goes to housekeeping. 
8. — Advisors' day. The boys are advised to wear collars to 

10. — (Morning) Alumni come back, sit on Miss Milner's desk 
and talk out loud. (Afternoon) Big game. It might have 
been worse. (Evening) Seniors spend a profitable even- 
ing. Some of them get a piece of cake. 

1 1 . — Excitement over, and the Seniors wish they had their les- 

12. — We have quotations in General Ex. Dr. Cook tells 
about the boys who turned the gasoline and chickens loose 
and cut across the back yard. 

13. — We hear about those bad boys again. 

14. — This time he tells how they swore at the cook. 

15. — We learn that there is moisture on the ends of our fingers 
which is condensed by glass doors. 

16. — Mr. Page plays drummer and advertises his wares. He 
says that Dr. Cook it not an old woman. 

17. — Dr. Cook tells how the rude little De Kalb boys ask for 
a ride, and Miss Livingston tells how the rude little Dago 
boys ask for money. 

18. — Miss Livingston continues her talk. Dr. Cook says she 
doesn't mean it. (See "Mural decorations at London re- 
ceptions, by Miss Caroline Livingston. Illustrated, 8vo., 
gilt top, $1.50 net). 

22. — The seniors strike for shorter hours. 

23. — Society revival meeting in General Ex. Mr. Charles and 
others make speeches. 

24. — Ward springs a new suit. 

25. — Four boys take their girls out driving all at once. Some 
of the faculty ladies get moonstruck and turn in a false 
alarm of fire. 

28. — Givens runs the quarter mile, beating Kellogg's stick 
around the track, and breaking his own previous records. 

29. — Kellogg breaks his stick. 

30. — We decide to beat East Aurora. 

31. — The attempt was unsuccessful. 


ClffUS TOTHE-£/arr. cxnE 



U /<EW flOOH SAT-cHet 

I. — (Continued from last month). Recovermg from the shock. 

Love has developed a real limp. 
2. — Bill Johnson discovers that he has broken some ribs. 
3. — Bill was kept awake all night by the pain in his rib. 
4. — The football team scrimmages with the All Stars, but 

hopes to do better against PlatteviUe. 
5. — We prepare to beat Platteville. 
6. — Platteville is not coming. 
/. — We beat Sandwich 20 — 0. It feels fine to have won a 

9. — Ward gets that good mark on his physics note book. 
10. — The Kishwaukee smells worse than usual today. 
1 1 . — Ward Givens got up at six o'clock. We play the All 
Stars and get beat again. Bill Johnson injures his hip 
and has to be removed from the game. 
12. — Wm. Hawley Smith is coming. Seniors are afraid they 

will not make expenses. 
13. — Two tickets sold in General Ex. Seniors are scared. He 
comes. People flock in through the atmosphere and like- 
wise through the air, and the Seniors make some money. 
14. — Ward receives a business letter from Ahem, the tailor, 

and coins a new expression. 
16. — The boys get bawled out again in General Ex. for not 
knowing quotations. Miss Milner is an authority on "high 
Jinks. " 
1 7. — Senior pin committee meets. 

18. — Ward got up at 5:00 A. M., but went to bed again. 
19. — Wilson buys his book satchel. 
20. — Wilson offers Mr. Kellogg some valuable suggestions on 

coaching the team. 
21. — The football team, including Mr. Givens and Mr. Wood- 
burn and their families, go to Elgin. 
22. — Bill doubts if he will ever recover from his busted hip. 
23. — Three more days until Thanksgiving vacation. 
24. — Two more days until Thanksgiving vacation. 
25. — Vacation tomorrow. 
26. — ^All are parted now and fled. 
27. — Only two days more. 
28. — Only one more day. 
29. — Floyd Love goes to church. 

30. — The students return to work and Kellogg uses his library 
chair for a rocking chair. Perhaps he thinks he is rock- 
ing the baby. Why is a sheet of writing paper like a lazy 
dog? Miss Woodley sees the joke. 


2. — We decide to buy the bronze medal. 

3. — Advisors' day. The Lmdsey House boys will be good 


4. — The Lindsey House boys omitted their customary rough 
house today. 

b. — Yes, a dime. Glidden school party, at which Mr. John- 
son introduces some dancing novelties. 

7. — Mr. Hatch's Reminiscences. Dr. Cook displays his jew- 
elry. Rubbers and rubbering. 

8. — Freshmen wearing ribbons. The Juniors have designed a 

9. — Miss Whitman talks to us about the Bay of Naples. We 
drink it all in. 

10. — A study in fours, or d-i-m-e. 

1 1 . — Bill Johnson gives a unique dance at the Love Club at 
which there are more boys than girls present. Mr. Somer- 
feldt dances. 

12. — Whose nose was it? Cyrano's. Did Roy ever gel that 

13. — Some of the boys went to church. 

14. — Roy does another balcony scene on the Kilmer House 

15. — Dr. Cook practices illusions on us. 

16. — The farmers are here. We wish we could see those mov- 
ing pictures. 

17. — More fur coats and rain. Janitors are busy, as Dr. Cook 
forgot to make his speech on rubbers and rubbering. 

18. — Mr. Whitten's class finds the value of pie experimentally. 

19. — Farmers leave and janitors shovel mud out of the Gym. 
Society Christmas tree. Bill gels a rib, but Santa was 
unable to procure a hip bone. Givens is dissatisfied with 
his bottle. 

22. — Dr. Cook and the other boys sing in Gen. Ex. 

Dr. Cook digs up those illusions again. Who handed in 
the reminiscences? Another alumnae here in a new hat. 

23. — The bronze tablet arrives and we celebrate. We count 
the words, Dr Cook acting as referee and Mr. Parson as 
lime keeper. 

24. — Gone. Floyd Love gets a turkey for a Christmas present. 
He is at a loss to know what to do with it. 

25. — Floyd Love celebrates. 

26. — Floyd Love recuperates. 

27. — Mr. Woodburn visits his friends in Elgin. 


3. — Mark Kays says he saw a good looking girl on the train. 
4. — Training scl.ool teachers ret busy again. Givens has one 

5. — Warm weather continues. Manual training students get 

bawled out. 
6. — Is your nose frozen? Walter O'Brien's ears are. 
7. — Miss McLean says she likes Givens' quiet way of con- 
ducting his classes. 
8. — The boys play their first basketball game with Sycamore. 

They feel encouraged. 
10. — Roy says, "Come, sit down. It's all my fault." 
1 1 . — Mr. Gilbert's text is "Three handed people." He gels 

before hand with some of his birthdays. 
12. — The editor is fold that Miss Stevens has been wearing 

Johnson's roses since the beginning of the term. 
13. — Grierson's Raid is finished. 

14. — Givens fell down and bumped his knee while teaching 

under Miss McLean's critical eye. Bill wants to go to 

the concert, but gets stung for the fifth time. Love breaks 

his nose. 

1 5. — The basketball team goes to Sycamore 2uid wins another 

game. The second team plays too. 
16. — Howard has the toothache. (Givens invents another new 

1 7. — Job was swallowed by a whale. 
18. — The editor first sees Bill's new green hat. 
19. — The editor has recovered from the shock. 
20. — Students are requested not to steal property from the cloak 

21. — A stranger gets lost within our gates. 

22. — Big show at the Auditorium. Fisher, Stevens and Whit- 
ten, vaudeville artists. The Y. M. C. A. basketball game 
reminds us of our football record. 
23. — Alumni show up again. Two basketball surprises. Some 
of the Senior girls get their heads turned, and sell some 
more scrap books. 
24. — Givens and family go to church. 
25. — Mr. Hatch speaks again, on itemised bills. 
26. — The training school plays the second team and Tyrrell 

gets a basket. 
27. — Dr. Cook says we must study our own lessons £md wants 

to know how to lose 25 lbs. Mr. Page springs a joke. 
28. — The red sweaters are expected daily. 

29. — The red sweaters arrive. Hard luck at Rockford. The 
Seniors wade through the drifts to the President's recep- 
tion and hear quantities of music and puns, 
30.— Cold. 


1 . — Woodburn hears ihat he has a Scandinavian rival. 

2. — Woodburn is worried. Woodburn loses some sleep. 

4. — The perch in Mr. Charles' Laboratory celebrated the first 
decade of their pickling. 

6. — Mark's rag doll is nearly worn out. 

9. — The pin committee meets, and decides to get something 

11. — Bill Johnson changes his rooming place. 

12. — Lincoln celebration, at which Mr. Walter O'Brien, one 
of our "freshmen boys, " speaks. 

13. — The basketball team returns from its conquest of Kingston. 

14. — Ward writes seven detailed plans and Floyd spends the 
day at the Shafer Club. 

15. — Mr. Brothers and the children entertain us in General Ex. 

16. — The Steward of the Kilmer takes his girls for a sleigh- 

I 7. — The Stewards of the Benson and Tudor follow suit. 

18. — The pin committee meets and hopes to have the pins 
ordered soon. 

19. — Doc. Johnston gives a dissertation on the raising of infants, 
but Mr. Charles disagrees with him. 

20. — Miss Briggs gets another letter from Augustana. Roy 
loses some more sleep. 

23. — The stilts are nearly finished. 

25. — Practice for show in General Ex. 

26. — Sunny Jim beams and flirts with the tall girl. Givens 
IVorks ! ! ! 

27.— REST CURE SANATORIUM. Nurses, Misses Briggs 
and Reitsch. Recommended as a counter attraction to the 
big show. For testimonials apply to Woodburn or Givens. 
The White City comes off and all the Seniors are busy 
but Woodburn. 

28. — The Seniors have to work very assiduously to clean up, 
and since Woodburn and Givens started taking the rest 
cure, they must work more assiduously than ever. 


1 . — How much money have we made ? 

2. What is that booms with a loud report? Is it the 4th of 

July? No. It is only Bill's socks. 
3. — Miss Fisher is taken for a traveling salesman. 
4. — The pin committee meets. We are nearly ready to send 

in the order. 
5._Where is the missing $50? In our imagination. It was 

counted twice. There is weeping and gnashmg of teeth. 
6. — Another basketball game against Supt. Madden and Prof. 

7.— The Senior boys make fun of Tyrrell's Junior pennant, 

and he threatens to throw them into the creek. 

8. The boys at the Culver House receive some poetry. 

9. Culver detectives on the trail. Kilmer Club or Dadd's 

House ? 
10. — Miss King receives a letter. 
] 1 .—To the amazement of all present, Bill Johnson displays a 

$10 silver certificate in civics class. 

12. — Woodburn receives a letter. 

13. Brothers oxidizes numerous Nissl bodies dis — cussing his 


14. — Miss King receives another letter. 

15. — Tyrrell cuts up a cat. 

16.— Bill Johnson borrows $10 to go home, but loses his way. 

17. Tyrrell says there are no men in the Senior class big 

enough to throw him into the creek. 

18.— The Seniors Delegate Bowie to take care of Tyrrell. 

19._The Ellwood balloon busts and the Glldden contestants 
get there. 

20. Mark receives a pennant from a lady friend at the Wes- 


21. — We hope to have the pins soon. 

22.— Miss Briggs dissects a cat, raising her Biologv grade sev- 
eral points. 

24. — Miss Dickenson leaves. 

25._Ward breaks away from the Dadd's House in time to 
take in the last act. 

26. Every one leaves except the Culver House boys. 

27. — The boys write plans and depart. 


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4. — The boys stroll in and report that the show at the Haish 

is good. Where is Buddy? 
5. — He arrives on the 7:42 train in a new suit. 
6. — The Elgin girls arrive at the eleventh hour. The pin com- 
mittee receives a letter. 
7. — Dr. Cook threatens to begin his night prowling. Is your 

Thesis in ? 
8. — Woodburn asks the boys if they have seen Miss Briggs' 

class pin. 
9. — Buddy writes out his resignation but neglects to send it in. 
10. — Mark says that "A Knight for a Day" is a good show. 

The patriots have their pictures taken. 
II. — Buddy considers it advi-able to leave the Shafer Club at 

a quarter to ten. Bro'.hers loses his way to Kingston and 

busts some NissI bodies finding it. The E. H. S. pin is 

found behind the piano. 
12. — The Juniors are asked lo pay their dues. Miss Simonson 

and her notebook hunt for Seniors. 
13. — Mark Kays pays. The Senior class replies lo Mr. Shel- 
ter's favor of the 6th inst. 
14. — Who IS Alice? What is she that all the Juniors fear her? 

Mr. Whitten bets a coo'cy. He wins the bet. He eats 

the cooky. 
15. — Dr. Cook's Auto returns in strange guise. 
16. — Some of the Kilmer girls are still reflecting. 
17. — The score was 17 — 2. The boys see a good show at 

18. — Miss Cook wa!ks to Cortland. 
20. — We smg songs about Dr. Cook. Mrs. McMurry and Mr. 

Hatch blow out the candles 
21. — The superintendents are here. Dr. Cook oscillates 

between his class room and the office. We see an 

Athenian sunset. 
23. — Mr. Love and Miss Dalziel finish a piece of furniture in 

the shop. 
24. — The baseball team overcomes Sycamore. Kays' coming 

out parly is a success. 
25. — Our literary talent burns the midnight oil. 
26. — All Norther material must be in by Wednesday. 
27. — The students are requested not lo retire as early as 10:00 

A. M., and seme of the seats grow heads. 
28. — Norther material is in (?). 
29.— Miss Stevens asks Miss Whitman for Mr. Whitten's 

30. — All Dr. Cook needs to make an orchestra conductor is 

long hair. 


1. — Mrs. Kirk has her hair dressed and goes to the May party. 

2. — The puffs are still that way. Howard sits up all nighl 
to write up athletics. 

3. — The freshmen give another maypole dance. We wonder 
if they picked out those mild colors themselves? 

4. — Miss Moorhead falls into the pond. 

5. — We hear the customary remarks from the legislators. 

6. — Mr. Tyrrell takes a bath four times. The hair still with- 
stands the ravages of time. Mr. Whitten plans a society 
revival and the Juniors are stung. 

7. — It looks worse today. How tall was General Grant? Ask 
Mr. Page. 

8. — Mrs. Kirk combs her hair. Howard advises his pupils not 
to grow up and get foolish. Society meeting and Kings- 
ton game postponed. 

9. — The May calendar goes up. From now on the reader is 
requested to allow a little leeway for mistakes in the pro- 
phet's calculations. 

10. — It is safe to predict that people who handed Annual 
materials in late will not know anything today. 

1 1 . — Faculty meeting will probably be pulled off as usual to- 
day. The circus comes to town. Frank O'Brien begins 
to recite spelling to Mrs. Lund. 

12. — School Man. notes have to be in. We live in the Land of 
the Heart's Desire. 

14. — Senior play practice. 

16. — (Sun.) It is safe to predict where Woodburn, Givens and 
Love will spend the day. 

21. — Senior play practice. 

29. — If is about time for the Juniors to begin their pillaging ex- 
peditions. Will they steal Miss Coultas' walk, Howard's 
scowl, or the buttons on Woodburn's new suit? 




The Wearing of the Green 

Oh, Classmates dear, and did you hear. 

The news that's going round 
About the hats of bright green hue 

That in our school abound — 
"The lads, no more, upon the streets 

Or campus will be seen. 
Their bumps of knowledge gaily decked 
With hat 




I met our friend. Bill Johnson 

A green hat in his hand 
He said, "How do you hke it. 

It's the style throughout the land." 
" 'Tis the most disgraceful color 
For a hat, that e'er was seen. 
I never tho't a Senior grave 
Would wear a 




For Sawyer and for Fogle 

'Tis a most becoming hue 
And as long as they are Freshmen 

That shade will always do. 
But all we girls of Normal 

No longer will be seen 
With a man who wears upon his head 

A hat 



All honor to old Ireland 

The Shamrock and St. Pat. 
His color is a line one 
We all agree to that. 
And Freshies love this color 

That everywhere is seen; 
But they, alone, are privileged 
To wear 





Bits of Advice from Our Advisors 

"Well, girls, how is the world treating you today? Any trouble with your room- 

"If you can't go driving during the day don't go at all. You're not to go after 

"I noticed the other evenmg at the Washmgton Party the peculiar manner m which 

some of the boys held the girls when dancing. Just come forward. Miss B ." 

(Poses). "Is that artistic?" 

"Now, girls, it all depends upon how you walk. I attribute all my good health 
to my manner of walking." 

"Fold your umbrellas and carry them by the middle." 

"When eating soup, dip away from you with your spoon. Never tip the dish." 

"Now, in this village of Clovelly — ." 

"Wear your rubbers on ramy days." 

"I do wish our girls would be more careful of their voices. In England the women 
have such well modulated voices." 

"All invitations should be answered promptly. If you don't know how, follow the 
form on the bulletin board. " 

"I hear that there has been some rough-housing, boys. Now, will you promise to 
be good? Will you? Will you?" 

"Girls, do be careful and do not call each other by your last names. It isn't fine." 

"How late are you staying up to study? Do get to bed early. The best students 
are those who get plenty of sleep." 


THE 1909 NOR 1 HER 


Wanted — A curfew bell in De Kalb — Some Advisors. 
WANTED—More boys in the N. I. S. N. S. — The Girls. 
Wanted — Vo be let alone — L. K. B. and R. W. 
Wanted — Some one to love me — Helen King. 
For Sale or Rent — My green bows — Avis Coultas. 
Wanted — A hat — Jo Eck. 

For Sale — I am selhng my Senior dignity at reduced rates. Stock must be sold by 
June 26th. Come early. Juniors, and avoid the rush — Donald McMurry. 
Wanted — A man with a dimple in his left cheek — Myra Johnson. 
F OR Rent — My big black hat with the light blue wings — Zoe Melville. 
Found — My canine — Lulu Miller. 
Lost — The point — Lillian Kocher. 

For Sale — My purple suit. No Juniors need apply — E. S. 
Wanted — Just a fresh stick of gum — Mabel Borman. 
Wanted — Some one to look after me in the city — Loyd Bender. 
Wanted — ^Another girl — Bill Johnson. 
Wanted — To learn to dance — Walter O'Brien. 
Wanted — Some one to say something — Nellie Muladore. 
Found — A rescuer — Sara Boom. 
Wanted — A job — The Seniors. 

An Ideal Physics Experiment 

Time: Farmers' Institute, '08. 

Object: To find the value of 11 (pie), experimentally. 
Method: Followed instructions in Mr. C. W. Whitten's "Up-to-date." 
Apparatus: Two pies and a jack-knife. 

Results: We took two pieces of different variety, (one being pumpkin, the other 
apple), and distributed them equally among the class of twenty students. 
The pie had to be handled carefully, especially the pumpkin variety for it 
showed a remarkable tendency to disintegrate. After the pies were dis- 
seminated among the class, the instructor gave the word to separate the pie 
into atoms (being careful not to lose the smallest ion either on the floor or 
on the pupils' apparel), to mix well with saliva and then filter thru the 
oesophagus. (The entire process takes place in the mouth). 
Conclusion: The said pie gives much satisfaction and enough potential energy, when 
converted into kinetic energy, to get good physics lessons for two 
FpRMULATED CONCLUSIONS: Therefore 2 11 (pie) = 10 molecules of potential 

energy, which will produce 20 molecules of kinetic 
1 molecule of kinetic energy required for each lesson. 

R. M. W. 



The Normal Gods 

Carefree, untrammeled, they rove at will. The limitations of time and space are 
as nothing to these free spirits. Eleven-Twelve-One o'clock — what matters it? The 
vaudeville halls re-echo with their shoutings, and the revels mount higher and higher at 
Bell's, as they quaff the nectar of an oyster stew, and "drink her down, down, down." 

Like the gods of old, they know all things, and know them, not by digging and 
grinding with anguished brows and fevered eyes, but know them as their birthright, as 
a part of their infinite understanding. The old gods studied not, why should the new 
gods toil? 

But what god without his mortal maiden? Jupiter had his lo, Apollo his Daphne, 
Cupid his Psyche, even Pan, goat hoofs and all, had charm for the daughters of men; 
and herein do our gods prove their kinship with the gods immortal — nay, they are greater. 
1 he gods of old were forced to pursue with pleadings and gifts and many disguises, but 
our gods have but to choose as fancy wills, among three hundred fair ones. 

How to Identify Them 

Tyrrell has the glasses, 
Lawson has the curls ; 

Holland has the music roll. 
Brothers has the girls. 

Givens has the Lilly, 

Cole has the Rose ; 
Boeckman has the sunny smile, 

While Floyd has the nose. 

Stott has the auburn hair. 
Buddy has the Grace ; 

Woody has the flashy ties, 
Wilson has the face. 


The Seven Ages 

At first, the infant. 

And then, the school boy, with his 
Shining morning face. 

And then, the lover; 
Sighing like a furnace. 

Then, a historian; 
Full of strange dates. 

And then, the doctor; 

Full of wise saws and modern instances. 

The sixth age shifts 

Into the peg top pantaloon, 

a world too wide. 

Last Scene of all 

That ends this strange eventful history. 
Is returned Alumni, and great commotion. 
With clothes, with money, with jobs, with 




(For further information C. Siott. He ^nolPs the details. Please send him these 
pages of his diar^. He lost them). 

Mar. 2, '09. Got up agen this mornin. 

Guess twas bout 8:10. Had to hurry awful to get to klas. Things was as usuel 
in the mornin. Ther was sum excitment tho durm the seventh period. Thens when I 
studie my Latin lesen. Ernest Holland and me was m the studie hawl, studin with great 
diligens and consentrashun. After we had ben ther sum tim, Walter Obrine cum thru 
and bumpt our heds together and it hurt awful. Of coars we set out immegiately to 
chastis him severlie. We was havin lots of fun, both poken him to ons, every plase. Of 
coarse this made sum noiz but we went ahed noiz or no noiz, rulz or no rulz. Jest when 
we wuz having the most fun and Walterz noes was bleden, Kellog cum thru and saw 
the noiz. Hope he wont squel. I wood hate to hav King Jno. kail me. Ill bet he 
kan kail sum. 

Mar. 3, '09. Got up agen this mornin. 

(Aint it awful two get up thes kold mornins? Went to Latin and had a awful 
tim blufin, cawz I didn't hav time to studie after the fit. Went to General Exercizez and 
wuz skarte two. He lookt as if he had sumthin heavie on his mind. (More skart yet. 
So wuz Walter and Ernest). We sung "In the Servis of His Presents," (I didn't sing 
caws I didn't feel single). Then Redmond announced a very important meetin of the 
Freshies. (Gues we are goin to have a pennet). Next King Jno. sed "I wood like two 
se thoze boys who started to selebrat Taft's inaugurashun to daz too earlie." My hart 
thumpt awful, and Walter and Ernest wuz as whit as shetz. After Ex. we went too 
the ofis. Mrs. Lund sed she wuz sorrie for us. (Mor skart). Then Dr. Cook kum 
and shut the dor. He sed lots of impressiv thins-s. He sed "I wish you boys wood 
hurry up and gro up. The studie hawl is for to bee usd for develepin our thinkrz, not 
our musels." He sed. We acted lik savagz and a lot moar. I wuz so skart I don't 
remember what els. Ernst wuz so skart he don't remember anything yet. He won't let 

us go in the studie hawl no more and I like it in ther kawz M e studez ther to. 

But I must stop and studie mi spelen lessen. Aint spelen awfull? 

What Made Them Famous 

Roy and Ward: Their cases. 

EvA: Her purple suit. 

Maud Hobbs: That laugh. 

Mark: Exclusiveness. 

ZoE: Singing (?) at the Junior Play. 

Howard: His walk. 

Marie: A "Terrible Cleffer." 
TllK Boys: Absence. 
Agnes D: Her "Love." 
June Pratt: The blue bows. 
Jessie C: Just slang. 
Bob Mc : That "ice-cream" suit. 
"Hat": Fondness for Parks. 
Mildred Bowers: That date. 



On the Kishwaukee River * 

1 . Each time I cross thy coffee-colored stream, 

2. Where thy thick stagnant waters cease to flow, — 

3. The burning sun's condensed them into steam 

4. Till naught is left but puddles in a row — 

5. Thy vapors cause me more olfact'ry woe 

6. Than wafting breezes from the zoo do bring 

7. When mto Mr. Page's room they blow. 

8. If any bard now tried thy name to sing 

9. He'd say that of foul odors thou art king. 

1 0. Thy waters, like the leaves and grass, seem dead. 

1 I . Oh, may the day come quickly that will bring 
12. Sweet pleasant showers to flood and cleanse thy bed. 

1 3. But thou didst bring those gray towers on the hill, 
1 4. Therefore I grin and bear it with good will. 

Line 1 . — Co-ffee Colored. An anachronism. The author raust have seen the Kishwaukee the summer 
before, when this description would have fitted admirably, and have got his two impressions 
confused. Most authorities agree that the water had more the consistency of gravy at the 
time when the poem is dated. Is stream the best word to use in describing a disconnected 
series of mud holes? 

Line 2. — 7/iic^. See note to line 1. 

Line 3. — Notice the suppressed tone color of this line — the s's reminding one of escaping steam. 

Line 4. — Do not misinterpret Torv. It rhymes with flow. 

Line 5. — Woe. The poet, like the singer (see "Dictionary of Proper Names," Bill Johnson) is occa- 
sionally afflicted with human pains and sorrows. 

Lme 6. — Zoo. The idea that a skunk is kept in the zoo is merely a popular superstition, although not 
without some foundation. 

Line 7. — Mr. Page's room. Why not Miss Foster's or Dr. McMurry's? 

Line 9. — Foul odors. Hardly forceful enough. 

Line 10. — Dead. Ambiguous, but very expressive if properly interpreted. 

Line 13. — Bui thou didst bring, etc. One of the o'd chronicles (not the "De Kalb Chronicle") says: — 
"And certain of the law-makers came up from Springfield to see the place offered, for they 
desired that it should be fair to look upon, and near a running stream. But this being in 
the fall of the year, and the stream being dry, except for divers mud ho'es where the cattle 
wallow, certain of the rich burghers opened the sluice-gates of the city water works into the 
stream to make it flow, and behold, it was straightway transformed into a raging torrent." 

Line 14. — Grin. Did the poet hold his nose at the same time? 

*From "Poems Everybody Should Know," edited by Albert F. Sommerfeldt, one of our most prom- 
ising young poets and literary critics (16 mo. art binding, illustrated and with exhaustive notes. Lindsay 
Publishing House.) 



Roll of Honor 

Popularity "Deacess" Deilmeyer 

Fashions Juniors 

Having "Brothers" Mamie Thacl^aberry 

His hard work for the White City .... Roy Woodhurn 

On the "Diamond" Miss McLean 

Conduct in the Library Eva Stevens 

Side issues in the Northern Illinois Mr. Page 

Punctuality at Meals 'Li7' Reitsch 

Debating Mr. Wilson 

Originals in Geometry Jessie Garrett 

A t • r^ 1 IT • \ Clara Fisher 

Announcements m Lieneral txercises . . . r-./ i a -^ 

[Ethel Sheriff 

Dates (?) Mark Ka^^s 

Smiling Signe Collin 

Snickering Maud TuthilL 

Going to Games Normal Girls 



The Student Teacher 

The student teacher's day has come. 

She gets her apphcation card. 
And writes it out with tedious care 

Then waits ! — Oh fate, be not too hard ! 

At last the dreaded day arrives. 
The lists are posted in the hall, 

She reads her name, "Alas!" she sighs, 
" 'Tis not the grade I want at all." 

But student teachers must not fret. 

The critic bids her get to work. 
A week she spends in writing plans. 

Nor any detail does she shirk. 

That Monday finds her at her post. 
With placid brow, but hopes forlorn. 

And fear is in her heart, while she 
Does stiff and stern the halls adorn. 

In order, then, she learns their names. 

They took demure and innocent. 
"To discipline will not be hard, 

I know they're all of good intent." 

But sweet-faced children sometimes change, 
And disciphne must soon begin. 

She sends poor Johnnie to the hall. 
And oh — forgets to call him in. 

Then comes the day, of days most great. 
When she m truth must learn her fate. 

'Tis strange, but true, this card so small. 
Does tell the tale, yes tell it all. 


Ward's Lament 

I met a lad, a weary lad, 

With forehead white and high 
But it was furrowed deep with care 

And a tear was in his eye. 
"Oh, woe is me!" he moaned aloud, 

"My lot is hard to bear." 
And I was half afraid of him 

So wild was his despair. 

So sad he seemed I could not bear 

To break upon his woe; 
But seeing me, he clutched my sleeve 

And would not let me go. 
He raised a haggard face and held 

Me with his anguished eye 
And gazing o'er the Normal Lake 

Made this most strange reply: 

"There is a club called Culver 

Not far from this lake's shore. 
Where they have few of gentlemen true, 

But rowdies by the score. 
And I, alas, did dwell there, too. 

And cast my lot with theirs. 
But they have covered me with shame 

And bowed me down with cares. 

"There is a maid I know," he said, 

"And know her very well. 
And of the joy such friendship brings 

No one could better tell. 
I called upon her often 

And talked of friendship true. 
And from the air drove off dull care 

As few but I could do." 

He bowed his weary head again. 

And whispered soft and low — 
"The jealousy my comrades felt 

Made everyone a foe. 
The worthy Short and Puffer 

Did urge them to the feat 
'Till filled with ire they did conspire 

And hatched this plot so neat. 

"They got my trunk, these faithless ones. 

And gathered into it 
The shoes I had discarded 

Because they did not fit. 
And into it they also put 

My clothes of every kind, — 
Shirts, collars, cuffs, and hosiery 

Not one they left behind. 



"And as we two were sitting 

And talking as of yore. 
They carried it across the street 

And thru the Dadd's house door. 
The name of him upon that trunk, — " 

He told me with a sigh — 
"Was Ellsworth W. Givens. 
The owner, it was I. 

"The clothes they dumped out on the floor! 

O woe is me," he cried — 
"And when they said, ' 'Tis moving day' 

With shame I could have died. 
And now my dearest hope has fled 

Beyond my beck and call — 
This sorrow vast has 'round me cast 

Its shadow over all." 

He bowed his stricken head and clutched 

His hands unto his hair 
And pitying I turned away 

And left him weeping there. 
The boys indeed had used him ill 

His heart was sick with pain 
And as I left, like one bereft 

He sighed that old refrain — 

"There is a club called Culver 

Not far from this lake's shore 
Where they have few of gentlemen true 

But rowdies, by the score. 
And I, alas, did dwell there too. 

And cast my lot with theirs. 
But they have covered me with shame 

And bowed me down with cares." 



Record in N. I, S. N. S. 

Name in Full: Woodburn, Roy Morton. 

Entered: Fall term, 1906. 

Course: Girlology. 

Attended from: 8 A. M. to 7:30 P. M. Evening Schools included. 

Graduation: Not yet attained to. 

Scholarship in General: Advocates repetition, Aspiring to excellency. 

Special Lines Taken: Waist line. 

Amount and Character of Work: Continuous throughout the three years. Has 

attained a high degree of proficiency. 
Remarks: The work has been strenuous but we know that one who so cheerfully 
takes the work will overcome all obstacles and have success. 

• • • 
Name in Full: Dalziel, Agnes. 
Entered: Fall term, 1908. 
Course: Love. 

Attended Upon: All hours from 8:30 A. M. to 11 P. M., excluding class reci- 
Graduation: When object of course shall be obtained. 
Scholarship in General: Great aptitude is shown for the work which results in 

dexterity along the special line. 
Special Line Taken: Man-ual Training. 

Amount and Character of Work: Maximum time given. Results are most 


School Reception 

Reception line, 

Refreshments light, 
A dance or two 

And then "Good-night." 


An icy stare 

A waving plume 
Take notice, girls — 

Your future doom. 

Club House Roast Beef 

It first appeared at dmner 

With a dish of succotash. 
At supper it was sliced up cold. 

But in the morning it was hash. 

Student Teacher 

She struggles up the Normal Hill 

Beneath the weight of books. 
Her occupation plainly shown 

In pale and wearied looks. 




Advice from the Thinnest to the Thickest 

Request: — • 

I will be indebted for eternity to the one who will assist me in getting rid of at least 
25 lbs. of superfluous adipose tissue. Dr. Cook- 

Advice: — 

Discover which is the most freely immaculate latitudinal zone of the solar photo- 
sphere and you will achieve the ideal — Look at me. "Bill^ Bones." 

Spend at least a half-hour mornmg, noon, and night taking the rolling exercise down 
the terraces. "Long Jim." 

Learn how to get the right finger on the right key at the right time and then "tickle" 
assiduously. "Johnnie." 

Since the cosine is measured horizontally and the sine vertically, and 
Since cosine decreases as the sine increases, 

Therefore — may be made to approach 0. 

Apply the above formula and simplify. 



In the Interest of Science 

(Being a series of carefully compiled scientific notes on some interesting live biolo- 
gical specimens found outside of the zoo). 

Santiagabus Bautisternbrum. 

One of our most highly prized specimens. Very rare, being the only one of its kind 
extant in this vicinity. Was mtroduced several years ago from the orient and has dis- 
played most remarkable powers of adaptation to environment. Many excellent plates 
showing this creature slightly reduced in size are displayed on Main Street of De Kalb. 

EviERis Stevemal. 

Some authorities who have made a careful study of this creature say it resembles 
the Apis Mellifica, commonly known as the bee, very closely in habits. No accurate 
description can be given as the thing is in almost perpetual motion. However there seems 
to be abundant evidence of flexible mouth-parts and an unusual brain development. 


Habitat, — Sycamore, tho often seen in this neighborhood. May readily be iden- 
tified by peculiar quick darting movements but may not be easily captured. 


This specimen has an interesting life history and has passed thru a very marked 
metamorphosis. Early in its development it was a bright green in color and was then 
classed as a member of the lower order Freshmenoptera. However it changed gradually 
in color to a reddish hue which becomes intensified when creature is excited. 

Arthuritus Sommerfeltorum. 

A creature most peculiar in its behavior but perfectly harmless. Upon encountering 
any other creature it gives a sudden backward movement of the posterior exopodite of 
one of the lower appendages, accompanied by a graceful forward movement of the an- 
terior dorsal portion of the body. The specimen seems to have a very keen sense of 
equilibrium, for this peculiar locomotory process has no tendency to destroy its balance 
altho it may produce slight changes in the immediate environment. 

Note: — More recent investigations show that this specimen has made a permanent mi- 
gration to another part of the country. 

Clarkeloptemus Brothersarchia. 

A peculiar specimen v/hich has so far baffled all attempts at exact classification. 
The fact that it has a very decided crow and is inclined to show a pugilistic spirit at times 
leads us to think that it may be related to certain of our domestic fowl and yet it more 
nearly resembles the peacock in its gait and its desire to display its plumage. As to food 
this creature seems most averse to Plant life, altho it possesses a great fondness for the 
coffee bean and the tobacco leaf. As near as we can make out this specimen is a "freak. 




The Rate of the Classes 

O, 't-i-s s-w-e-e-t t-o b-e a F-r-e-s-h-m-a-n, 
I-n t-h-e-i-r h-a-p-p-y c-a-r-e-f-r-e-e c-1-i-m-e. 
T-h-e-y n-e-e-d f-e-e-1 n-o w-a-n-t o-f t-i-m-e. 
A-n-d i-n r-e-s-t a-n-d p-e-a-c-e o-f m-i-n-d 

T-h-e-y d-r-e-a-m a-w-a-y. 

Juniors strike a happy medium. 

Though they're busy now and then 
With psychology or history, 

They will soon rest up again. 








N oTehe sdivingi orlbeclassToom, 

Doeshislifedependuponil ? 

N ohe sworlhyoj asonnel 

Onhiseyebro 'wsorhiseye, 

J ustbecausehe' sstandingb]; 


We Wonder : 

What Mark puts in his scrap-book. 

When Ward studies his lessons. 

Where the Juniors got the idea for their pennant. 

What became of the B ' Society. 

Which of the Culver boys bought that green 

and gold tie. 
Who Bill's latest girl is. 

Why the Seniors "sport up" in the Spring term. 
What would happen if the Gibson Books were 

What the Normal will be without the Class 

of '09. 




These are the walls of the Normal. 

This is the tablet to be hung on the 
walls of the Normal. 

This is the bronze of which the tablet 
was made to be hung on the walls 
of the Normal. 


This is the dime which must be paid 
for the bronze, which the tablet 
was made from, to be hung on 
the walls of the Normal. 

These are the students who must pay 
the dime (at their own sugges- 
tion) for the bronze from which 
the tablet was made to be hung 
on the walls of the Normal. 

This is Dr. Cook who reminds the 
students to pay their dime (at 
their own suggestion) for the 
bronze from which the tablet was 
made to be hung on the walls of 
the Normal. 

This is the number used by Dr. 
Cook to remind the students to 
pay their dime (at their own sug- 
gestion) for the bronze from 
which the tablet was made to 
be hung on the walls of the 




fjat bo YOU see as you ga5e tfjrouglj ttjat glass?" 3 tn= 
qutreb of tijc Spirit of tlje (£Iass of \909, — roljo Ijab 
mabe Ijis tjome in tfje ©reat Comer. 

"3 see a company of gay young spirits trooping bott»n 
tlje I)ill in ttje brigljt sunligtjt. Some of ttjem turn off 
into tl)e inciting meabotDS or follon? tl^e u)inbing lanes; 
otfjers will} ligfjt Ijearts foUom tlje I)igl} roab leabing to tl^e ©reat City, all toitlj 
a glab song of comrabesfjip on tfjeir lips — all Ijurrying on toroarb tlje (Boal of 
tijeir 2tmbitions." 

"£oof again anb tell me wljat you sec." 

"Ct?e sun Ijas ifxb bcljinb a cloub, tlje w'lnb blonjs tlje bust into tlje eyes of 
ti}Z tracelcrs anb tfje roab is fjarb to feep. Some I)ar>e stoppcb anb are looting 
bacf wxti) tristful eyes toroarb tlje gray ton?ers. But gaining courage tijey go 
forroarb, forgetting tIjemsclDes in tfje joy of beootion, Icb on by tlje Pision before. 
Co anb fro ttjey pass, tfjeir I^earts as blitlje as ttjeir Ijanbs are busy. Cljeir's 
tl?e glab tasf of unlocfing ttje ©ates of tfje ©arben of Knorolebge anb leabing 
ttje cl?ilbren tijerein to sf^are in its beauty anb ligljt." 

3 loas about to turn aroay tt»Ijen tlje Spirit abjusteb Ijis glass m'xti) frcsF; 
eagerness. — 

"Cell me, tt)ljat can you see note?" 3 asfeb tjim. 

"^es — tljey are coming! 3 f?ear a Ion? murmur groming louber anb louber. 
Hon? ttjey catclj sigfjt of tlje toroers anb a glab song of toelcome rings across 
tijc fielbs, ecljoeb by tl?e trees tl^at wave a gauby greeting. Wi)at tales can be 
reab in tijcir eager faces, tales of fjiglj aboenture, of bangers braoeb, of simple 
beebs njell bone. Ct}ey pause at tlje crest of tt?e ijxU to clasp tf?e welcoming 
Ijanbs of tfjose wi)0 sent tijem fortlj. Cf?en togetljer tijey enter tlje great boors, 
rejoicing in tfje comrabesljip of service." 



Moore's Non-Leakable Pen 
Is the Best 




They never leak. When the cap is screw^ed 
on the pen it is as tight as a bottle. Either end 
up or lying flat it cannot leak. It can therefore 
be carried anywrhere in a pocket or handbag 
and is ready to use instantly. 

Ask any of the Faculty what they think of 
it — then come and try one. 

Pritchard and Dickerman 

DeKalb's Book and Music Store 










Barb City Grocery 

Sherman Printing 


HAISH BUILDING, Corner of Main and 
Third Streets 

Under Barb City Bank. 

Both Phones 

Slowley's Studio 

Rowley and his lady 

Know the Normal School clan, 
For be it sunny or shady 

They come when they can. 
Pictures they ask for 

And pictures he takes, 
And every plain lady 

Most handsome he makes. 

Many years of satisfactory 



H. H. Wagner 


. . . Go to . . . 


For Fine 




Wash Suits 

Tailored Suits 

Shirt Waists 



Corsets, Gloves 


DeKalb, Sycamore and 
Interurban Traction Co, 

Sycamore — DeKalb — Normal School 
Half-hour car service 

Special service and low rates for 
Normal students 

"rpT /^TAT'TIPO Q Floral Baskets for the June graduates. 
X/ I -« V -/ VV J_-/J^w3 Shov^rer bouquets for the June brides. 
<|n|»§.^(§»|i^^(|H|.<|t^<|i^^^(|H|i^<|:(|n|> Hand bouquets for the June bridesmaids. 

Roses — Carnations — Sweet Peas 
Cape Jasmine 

The Flower Store, 'J'hM^'^L^'Jri 



317 E. Main Street 


Drs. Bro^vn & Brown 

A. J. Brown. M. D. Mareva D. Brown, M. D. 


WAGNER BLDG. Both Phones 51 

Opposite National Bank 


See the rats, puffs, and switches 
On sale now for misses 
Loosen the string of your ha'penny purse 
Only buy them; then try them 
No one will deny then 
Hairdressing counts for better, ralherthan worse- 
Manicuring, Electrolysis, and Massage 

CHeney's Grocery 

Purveyors of 


Fruits and 


Delivery Service 


For Normal Students 

247 Locust Street 
De Kalb 

BOARD and 


Proper glasses will relieve the 
trouble. Eyes examined free- 



OPH- D- 


HACK ser^vice: 

Baggage Transferred. 
Can accommodate any number day or night- 

Holmes* Livery 

Both Phones 

See us before engaging room and board. 


443 College Avenue 

C- A- Brothers 
J. B. Benson, Prop. Steward 

Next year we'll meet you face to face, 
Down at the Tudor Club's the place; 
For that is where each student feels. 
She'd rather room and take her meals. 

GtillicRson PHotograpKer 

Get a raise in your salary 
Go to Gullickson's Gallery 
And there pose most airily 
To have your picture took 
Do this of course annually 
In a way that is mannerly 
And quite understandingly 
Put the picture in this book 

GtallicRsori PKotographer 

B. and E. SHoe Store 

B. and E. ! B. and E, ! 

Big and easy, don't you see 

Shoe Store ! Shoe Store ! 

Big and easy; who wants more ? 

B. and E. are all the style 

People who buy there always smile. 

B. and E. Shoe Store 

Ladies' and Men's Suits 
Cleaned and Pressed. 



First National Bank 



The Home of 

Hart, Sghaffner and Marx 


Longley and Stetson Hats 
Walkover and Stetson Shoes 
Manhattan and Monarch Shirts 


Anderson Brothers 
de kalb, illinois 


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The Liveliest Newspaper in 
Illinois outside of Chicago 

The best equipped plant in this part of the 
country for JOB PRINTING -:- -:- -:- 

We make a specialty of erigraved 
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1 19-123 East Main St., De Kalb, III. 

Mrs L 0. Kilmer. Matron Lawrence P. Holm, Steward 

Kilmer Glub 


De kalb. ill. 

Board S3. 50 per week Rooms S6 to SB per month 

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Henry Rickard, Prop. 
Room and Board 530 College Ave. 

i^'urniture Dealers 

R. T. SMITH - Meat Market 

At lh2 Main; both phones; number five 

R. T., the receiver, is really alive 

The things that he deals in seem to be 

But he\i after your coppers to the very 

last red 
He admits there's a secret of which you 

may know 
By accepting his invite to the cold stor- 
age shoic 
Here you may learn meat's relation to 

And the reason R. T.'s are always sonice 
Choose what you like; fowl, game, fish 

or flesh 
And it ivill come to your kitchen and be 

strictly fresh 

Meat Market - R. T. SMITH 


are known far (tnd wide. 
To the would-be groom and soon-to-he bride. 
In fact for the cash they will shoulder your 

And furnish your house both up and doum 

They will cover your floors with carpet and 

And make ei^ery room both cozy and snug. 
The^j know what is right to put on the wall 
Whether pictures or mirrors from parlor to 


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